Sitting High
By leahcullen
“Sitting High” Sitting high, On branches low, Just contemplating which way to go, A distant glance, A light that flickers, A different twisted leaf that blows. Dancing, twirling, Falling fast. This life on earth, Is going to pass. -Leah Cullen- -09-04-2002- Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 09 2002 07:46 PM PST 0 • 10
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