a whispered wind gently tugs at scattered leaves
fallen freedom
they pull away from the root of their lives looking
towards the mountains away
riding the surf of invisible waves past childhood memories
bidding farewell to days of yore
time passes through
new roots have taken ahold for them
and they grow happy new stories
the wind cries again
a familiar song they've heard
melancholy
little leaves fall and the wind tugs against their roots hold
loosing grip the young leave
...........the old raise their heads to look over the mountain
the journey is long, the journey is long.
this is the vintage revival..........
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