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Tim, again, thank you so much for your input and help, I am very grateful.

I am going to leaf you 9 times leaf you I smirk I beam I reach for you You dance around Intangible That is one! 8 times leaf you Little One I lead Come with me You smile You laugh Alluring as dawn That is two! 7 times leaf you You, lively so joyous Banter in speech I taught you That is three! 6 times leaf you Don't leave me! Anyplace I go you follow That is four! 5 times leaf you Little One don't realize our hardship That crooked shy smile protection and comfort That is five! 4 times leaf you I take your place I shield you Don’t show yourself be quiet That is six! 3 times leaf you We go Little One, seize your leaves we flee Stop singing hush hush! That is seven! 2 times leaf you Don’t dance take your leaves fly! Go! leave me! That is eight! 1 times leaf you Yes, leave me, I find you, wherever you are Little One, I hear you in my mind in my heart Fade your voice from my memory That is nine! I leaf you. You left. *** March 5, 2017 © Darren White

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Gregory Richard Barden

Date: 6/13/2017 8:12:00 PM

Wonderfully heart-wrenching and exquisitely poignant ... I would love to know the story someday, my friend, should you learn to trust me with it. I know that is earned. Beautiful. <3

Darren White
Date: 6/14/2017 3:48:00 AM

I will tell you the story.... one day ...... Promise <3

Maurice Yvonne

Date: 3/8/2017 8:33:00 AM

Well done on to number 3...a great write.

Darren White
Date: 3/8/2017 8:37:00 AM

Thank you Maurice.

White Wolf

Date: 3/6/2017 6:45:00 PM

Very meticulous, (even your photo has nine leaves!) I still have a few more to read before leaving a comment! But I must say I adore your work, Duir /|\

Darren White
Date: 3/6/2017 11:32:00 PM

Thanks my friend :)

Alexis Y.

Date: 3/6/2017 9:51:00 AM

Hi Darren, I agree with the others below, this reads like a sinster game. Nonetheless it was well written. Bravo to you for being the voice for some little boy or girl who hasn't found their own voice. A without a doubt seven- Alexis

Darren White
Date: 3/6/2017 10:13:00 AM

Thank you for your kind comments, Alexis.

Chris Green

Date: 3/6/2017 8:06:00 AM

There still rings a sadness in this though I believe it is hidden by something fun, a distraction of sorts to pass the time and take thoughts in a different direction. Nicely done my friend.

Darren White
Date: 3/6/2017 8:12:00 AM

You see that right. He had/has this ability to bring light into darkness.

Carole Duet

Date: 3/5/2017 10:06:00 PM

Sounds like a rather sinister game to me but I'm not sure. Is this from the perspective of the abuser? So strange...but almost hypnotic.

Darren White
Date: 3/5/2017 11:02:00 PM

It is a game with a dark undertone indeed, but it is between me and him.

Janis Medders Tobechi

Date: 3/5/2017 11:53:00 AM

I see behind the words and count the times this cunning person leafed the child. This hurts very much and it is extremely deeply expressed well.

Darren White
Date: 3/5/2017 2:08:00 PM

This does hurt very much, you are very perceptive, Janis. Thank you.

Tim Smith

Date: 3/5/2017 8:34:00 AM

I leaf this little game..i can so picture the bond being formed...a fav

Darren White
Date: 3/5/2017 8:38:00 AM

Thank you so much! He was (is) a funny one, full of life :)

Sara Ella

Date: 3/5/2017 5:03:00 AM

Oh Darren, this is a haunting poem that hides behind a game. A favorite <3 <3 <3

Darren White
Date: 3/5/2017 5:22:00 AM

Tim helped me rewrite the original :)

Lisa Ricci

Date: 3/5/2017 5:00:00 AM

Good Morning Darren. I will not pretend I understand the deep meaning behind this gorgeous piece of poetry for the meaning heart and soul belong to you and always shall. What I do know and see is poetry and beyond. May no child be lost in any way. Bless the Little One. Allow me to say it was an honor to turn to your page this morning.

Darren White
Date: 3/5/2017 5:24:00 AM

Morning Lisa. It is a very difficult series for me to write, because it is about myself. Therefore it is important to me to write as abstract as I possibly can, whilst still produce a piece of good poetry. Your remark proves that I chose the right approach :) Yes, bless the Little One indeed. Thank you so much.