BY: MCDOG, 3RD YEAR, LAS POSITAS COLLEGE
Leaves, they cry for wind
A hand to trace – nay carry
Them soft’d & far away.
I beg you, brush me loose too.
Catch me, kill me, dance with me.
Me: the Leaves & You: the Wind
This piece is a tanka poem which explores love through the metaphor of leaves affected by & blowing in the wind.
1–2 minutes
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