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Anthocyanin

Dancing upon the shifting crystal stage The leaf is destined to dance the dance of the river Aimlessly floating, turning, twirling Its petiole dampened by the clear water Washing over the cheerful green blade Filtering through its veins Exultant, is it not? To be enraptured by the rhythm of the current A journey so captivating and volatile When all is transient, its colour is held When all is uncertain, its colour is held Applauding, the riverside grass flutters in the wind When fortitude is as fabricated as a fairy tale And emptiness as enduring as an epitaph Anthocyanin arises Drop by drop, dirtied by drab dye Holding its colour, the leaf was beautiful Corrupted, the leaf is free Submitting to the sketch of the stream The leaf cavorts, blade contorts World distorts Current gains speed None can impede The crystalline stampede River churning Violently turning Of solace yearning Embracing the call of the river, at the call of the land Surrendering its identity Will I still be "me" by the time I reach the sea?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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