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The Leaving - poem


The breeze will gently

guide us from our places

our communities

where we learned
  


and we flourished
 


we are now the elders

and must give way

as the new generation buds

behind us
 


we leave the stage

but remain in service

enriching

and resonating
 


embraced

by the dark soil



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