just the beauty of a leaf green
when swaying by the own wings
thrumming expanded entire within
caring least to the space encircled
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You have certainly captured the eternal and natural rhythms here. Rgds, Ivan
This poem of yours reminds me the wordings of William Butler - 'Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun; Now I may wither into the truth.” A good read indeed. Thank you.