Treat Me Softly

Should you find me
Drowned
In a wing,
In a maple leaf,
As a seashell in the
Deep of deep, remember,
That to bring me back
Home,
You need only to
Leave.

For I do
Follow, and I do
Flee, but never
Shall I sit so
Still,
So quietly; as movement,

I am without monotony.

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