I was waiting for the light to turn green when a fragile, tiny leaf fell onto my windshield and started to dance across like a Russian Ballerina, delicately and flawlessly spinning before it flew away with the breeze.

I had a sudden wave of sadness wash over me when I realized I will be in constant movement for many years to come and never be as graceful and unalloyed as the leaf on my windshield.



The imagery and metaphor in all of your poems is very good. It was easy to connect to your words. :)

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