Caveat: Poem #647 “Starting to letting go”

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A strong wind tugged at the leaves of trees
that hung there in the spring's night air,
all fresh from growing newly,
clinging to their branches,
not wanting to go,
but the wind pulls:
a leaf shakes,
wavers,
flies.

– a nonnet.

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