Wind.
A beautiful, vibrant green leaf, pricked from a tree
by the wind.
A yellow leaf flattened by passersby, misplaced
in the wind.
Crumpled bits of that once vibrant green leaf, long gone
with the wind.
This poem is about:
Me
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