Leaf

A leaf long fallen
Flew again
Lifted by a familiar breeze.
It floated up, then down
Twirled 'round and with a bound
Danced with seeming glee.
Yet its airy parade
Was but a charade.
As the animating wind
Faded again,
The leaf rocked down
Floated to ground
Lifeless and brown as before.

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