Project Girl Poetry
Saturday, May 4, 2013
8/24/12
Leaves on the trees never hoped
to fall to the ground, they'd hoped
the wind would cradle them to flight.
Above the rooftops, past chimneys of
smoke and pipes of exhaust fumes
to the careless drifting of clouds,
to the glory of the sun.
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