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A single leaf,
clung to the branch,
sun-kissed orange,
and blowing in the wind.
It struggled, shaking,
Rolling and tumbling,
Helpless until that moment,
It let go.
Gliding on the wind,
carried as if on waves,
floating up and down,
teasing the earth below.
Coming closer and closer,
only to rise,
as the gentle breath
lifts it, yet again.
Soon the rhythm follows,
a ship on the sea,
captive in the current,
a voyage of liberation.
A mission of discovery,
brewing storms,
washed away in sensation,
and emotion.
Until the vision is shattered
cast away and sunk
in the anchor
of reality.
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