Leaving
If only all partings
were as beautiful
as a leaving leaf.
A ballerina in the wind
falling, floating, finishing
à terre.
A leaf which has left.
~from the files of very bad poetry by bia
~from the files of very bad poetry by bia
(A rainy day, autumn leaves wind-swept to a corner of our front walk, and the portrait mode of my iPhone. No filters.) (Quite proud of this one ... AND it inspired a very bad poem by bia.)
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