Oh to be a leaf upon these winds. 

Howling torturous winds screaming through trees as it crashes against glass. Oh to be a leaf right now, to feel the slow death of my soul as I am thrown and torn from my branch. Lost among the debris of forgotten storms tears ebbing stemming never, oh to be a leaf in this stormy weather. 
Karen Hayward ©2016

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