the WIND

By Lady Jira

Dangling freely,
I, the leaf,
Reach out to thee.

Your whisper tickling,
All of me.
A breeze so strong,
It pulls me free.

Flying, falling,
Then you are there,
Uplifting me.

To lay me down,
Oh so gently,
But your breath calls,

A love I feel,
But cannot see,
I, the leaf,
Follow happily.


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