Sunday, October 03, 2010

My Leaf

The leaf
Plays with air like the dancer and her partner.
Runs along the grass to a dream to be.
Stops to lay rest on a bed of branches.
Like my eyes blindly traveling in the wind.
Like my toes springing from puddle to puddle.
Like my heart skipping over cracks in the dehydrated ground.
Amongst the singing birds slightly hinting love.

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