Such Sentiments

Zephyr took me firmly by the hand,

swirling motion and sooty sand,

lifting me higher until the ground was forgotten,

away from broken branches, ugly and rotten.

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Higher, higher... stomach flipping out,

unsure journey, and steady route,

callipygian form waving,

away, away... as to never be staying.

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Lustrously robust and wonderfully fragile,

of His eye, the apple,

shredded, but finally, freedom sweet,

shining grinning prize, enveloping embrace upbeat.

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Alas, flying high, to final destination,

or perchance not, with steady hesitation,

even as I fall back down in altered fragments,

as I am a leaf, destined to weather such sentiments.