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Updraught
Like an autumn leaf,
I slip from the branch,
spiralling down
to lie bedraggled
on the cold, rain swept path.
You take me up
and wrap me carefully
between the pages of your book,
letting the unspoken words
preserve me within
until you open it once more
and lift me gently in your fingertips.
With a breath you release me
into the growing updraught
and I rise into a clearing sky.
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