A thousand leaves Bristling in a bounty of air Gave outstretched shade To a stranger Like fingers those thousand pieces clenched Became the familiar shape of her birth A Fern My shelter from today Did she know Her destiny was not limited to her Solitary Self A search for the sun Once daunting, now complete She was never really Alone
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