I want to be a falling leaf, caught on a breeze, sent forth with the wind, between sky and ground, in a dance that lasts a moment.
The leaf hardly moves, but is moved, by the gentleness of the situation, by the kindness of the weather, and by light that sprinkles its different sides, as it falls and glides in a moment that lasts so long –
I notice, then it’s gone.
Poetry by Rachel
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