The dry dead leaves,
Attached to trees.
Counting their days,
Waiting for the final fall.
But a gush of air,
And they join in a sprightly dance.
Defying the horrors of decay,
Ridiculing death -
Enjoying their last breath.
As if in a farewell party.
The dance of the dead leaves.
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Ridiculing death - Enjoying their last breath. As if in a farewell party... beautiful poetic expressions indeed. thank you dear poetess
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