she was like a dried leaf
detached from the tree-
floating around aimlessly
at mercy of the wind..
sometimes falling to the ground
dragged along under the sole of someone’s shoe
picked up by the wind again
thrown around
meaningless journey,
no direction whatsoever.
until found by a little boy
who picked it up
and placed it neatly -
in one of his books.
it became a beautiful part of a memory
he'd remember-
whenever he opened the book.
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