BUT WORSE IT WOULD BE TO LACK THEM

I have words, and little

but words, and less than that

have they done for me.

I throw them away and they

fall at my solitary feet.

A tree that casts its leaves

on autumn winds has more;

whether they fly far or not,

each leaf a writing which

all eyes that see them read.

09.06.2023

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