Between the Ether
A leaf teeters on the edge
Winds rustling, whistling
Teasing, promising temporary respite.
False dawn descends
As the lone leaf falls
Hopes and dreams crisp and blend to become nothing in the night.
Rebecca .A. Huxley
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