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The Dance
The leaves,
though they're dying
still believe they are flying
They soar
taste the wind, paint the ground, scent the air
The fall leaves abound
and I dance the season
among them for now
I dance for the voyage that this bright Earth has made
I dance for the Mother Sun, steadfast in her stay
I dance for the rhythm that this world can't mandate
I dance for the journey that I too must take
The dressed Autumn leaves
they play their lament
They make it a melody on their last descent
I can't sing along for I know not their song
But I'll dance til their melody ends. Yes,
I must dance til the melody ends.

By Mario William Vitale

© 2018 Mario William Vitale (All rights reserved)


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