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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Its solemn swaying into this world isn't a fall, From the ever-season-shifting earth, it's a call; Yearning, seeking, searching for liberty within, Cut from the umbilical code of fear; to win; Flying, floating, freezing, fizzing, fleeing, freeing, To go beyond settled foundations, far-seeing...! The autumn leaf though happy with the gaudy ground, Does it stay on, as a household slave, freedom bound? Crawling, creeping, moving, merrying, flying far; Movement, like the time, the leaf says, has no time bar; Sometimes slow; sometimes fast; sometimes in mild tempo, Often, it moves in breeze-race-bustle-like fair flow...! Does the autumn leaf feel anger against the tree, That cut it from his sap-filled trunk and let it flee? Is it disgusted at the grim weather around, Or the zeitgeist, for his existence, not so sound? Does it feel frightened of the thistly bristly thorns, That would pierce its heart and would yearn to hear its mourns...? The leaf has made the act of flying its mission, To link with leaves of the same vision ignition; Flying beyond all feelings of joy and sadness, Puzzles and riddles and reach zeniths of gladness; As it knows this would be the only given chance, Before it reaches its psycho-physical trance...! Isn't an autumn leaf like a thirsty human soul, That has taken its flight from the absolute whole? Moving, merging, shifting, stirring midst silent stroll, Comprehending incomprehensible bliss pole! Pushed, pulled, torn, flown, thrown into many a chuckhole, Attains, ultimately, its unending sole goal...! 23 December 2022 Feel Free Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick Rhymes Checked in Rhyme Zone Syllable Checked in How Many Syllables
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