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My Leaves Dance Gently

To the morning song

Ioana Andrei
Loose Words
1 min readAug 19, 2020

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Leaves
rustling inside me
the wind is warm
and stale
the currents wayward,
undecided.

The leaves shan’t decay.

I know that regeneration is the window to the truth
but the eyes I glance at
are hollow.
Outside my window there’s only rain

plop
plop
plop

My leaves dance gently
to the morning song
the tunes of which are auburn
and long.

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