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Leaves, You, and Me
- Vasundhara Jain
- Nov 4, 2014
- 1 min read
Standing among the trees Feeling that breeze You look at me adoringly As I straighten up that crease.
You lift me off my feet Throw me into a mess of autumn leaves “Are you going to help me up now?” and you tell me to say that with a please.
I roll my eyes Brush fingers through my hair Re-arrange my dress – And you push me down again.







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