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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