The First Leaf of autumn
A soft and gentle wind blew through the trees
and whispered tales of adventure, to the leaves
and left one yearning, for a life she had never known,
to taste and feel the places, where the wind had blown.
And so she fell upon the air and gently drifted there
and flew across the fields and the winding rivers where
she danced with joy until the wind finally let her down
to die in splendour, the first leaf of autumn, on the ground.
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