Prompt: Write a love story between the leaves and the wind
Every day she teased me,
she pulled at my tips,
 caressed my spine,
and whispered her songs onto my edges,
she made me beg,
till I was browning and red,
before she stole me away,
and let me follow her,
everywhere she went.
– the last dwindling leaf about the wind.

November 2015

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