The wind curls leaves into a story
about girls dancing at the end of ballet class
no longer forgotten in leaf piles during hide and seek
we sought, they circled back to life
In their story they dance free
like fairies lady bugs and bumble bees
ascending over streets with full command
of green and yellow, red and back again
To a life where they’re born free
be anything they want to be
vampires ghosts and zombies
back to life just like the leaves
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