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The dry leaves rustle
As footsteps move
I turn around to look
I see nothing
A small twig falls
In the stillness around
I hear nothing...nothing at all
The lone rock
Dry, huge isolated
Rests in the sun
Sun...perched in the sky
Looks lonely
Surrounded by planets
Present but invisible
Searching for their identity
Soft wind moves
Moves through my hair
Moves through the leaves
Surrounded by leaves, trees
People and rocks
I am all alone
In my world
In my dreams.
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