On his way to closing his eyes to avoid looking at things/all things/he saw the movement of a leaf as the ever-so-gentle breeze disconnected it from a high above branch/the leaf’s nature was to give to its weight and fall/as it fell towards him/it encountered the air’s will/and went suspended in mid air/while there, the leaf in a seemingly motionless state/floated, until gravity said no/and in gentle tugs rocked the translucent reds and browns back and forth towards earth allowing the oak leaf to land with a touch more gentle than a mother’s kiss to a freshly bathed week old child
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Amazing concept and fantastic presentation!