I was not gone
All this while
Just spread around
Over lands fertile
Little grain of sand
My entity
As I stand
Mighty mountain rock
I am not,
I don't pretend
Just a fragrance
Of a rose
Cannot see me
Or touch from close
With slightest breeze
I'll float away
In your memories
I'll still try to stay
Just a dew drop
On a a leaf
As Sun comes up
My time to leave
Not even my shadow
There is to keep
That is all
There is to me
Nothing grand
About this
Deserted tree
You too can leave
You were always free
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