The leaves swayed, first like a drunkard at midnight
on a moon swept path that seemed unstable beneath his feet
and then more gently as the wind abated and they, in unison,
slowly rocked as though a host of babies soothed to sleep
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a poetry of colors that brings magic in our life.....greatly penned. a 10.
Bravo, David, absolutely love this. Great stuff, beautifully expressed. '10' Regards, Leria