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Interpretation
February 28, 2018
I am falling
Falling into a pile of leaves
Leaves that grow on trees
Trees give us the air that we breathe
Breath, I tell myself
Myself is a strange word
Words are strange all over the world
World is an interesting word, it has many meanings
Meanings are a whole other topic
Topics that I tend to stray from
From the rules of focus
Focus! Something I don't have
Have you been reading my poems?
Poems are creative
Creative can be interpreted
Interpreted by me
© Becky F., Sacramento, CA
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