when leaves fall,
i’ll dance with the wind,
as it blows the unspoken.
It swipes the inner piercing sword,
that’s stubborn, like a firm leaf.
when leaves fall,
i will tune to its sound,
mimic its rhythm.
As i let my stones fall,
they will obey the call.
the call of exposure,
the hidden beauty of dying with grace,
like disco rays of red, yellow, green,
being crushed,
then taught me the wind moves.
we will dance,
as i learn the wind’s language,
let myself get blown,
consuming the positivity,
as i learn to shed my leaves.
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The shedding of leaves leaves nudity of which many are ashamed. Pull them close about you or the wind will carry them to those that do not deserve. A good poem that provokes the mind
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Most welcome
Like this. It's like the coming of age.
The big step into the world, good or bad.
it can also be seen that way
one thing about poetry , its open to different enterpretations. upon writing i wanted to bring the theme of letting go, am open to any analogy . i myself have been reading it and am seeing so many reflections of the poem, am curious to know whats ur perspective
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