Shoals of leaves freely drift
on the water as gracefully
as swans that dip and lift
to the water’s melody
free of the trees
from which they fell
with a gentle breeze
onto the nudging swell.
My wish would be
that time would grant me
freedom to move with such grace
into the unfamiliar melody
of a new and distant place.
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