They met in the wind,
together discreetly lifting
off the ground, taking flight,
blowing in circles, together they rise,
as if pulling each other higher,
twisting upward, body and soul
by the tall limbs of the birch,
slowly dancing round and around
in midair, before cautiously floating down,
back to earth, the leaf and the wind.
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