I dance in Circles 
         Dizzy with Grace 
Narrow long lines 
Edges with veins 

Beautiful colors 
Aura of glow 
Reds of fire 
With hints of snow 

Falling down in spirals 
To hit the ground 
A landing so soft 
No whispers of sound 

Atop a hill I stay 
Rested sideways 
Winds blow with little fray 
Warmth I crave 

I drop so mindlessly 
From the exhausted branch 
Waiting for relief 
Expecting the silence
 

Poetry


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