Paper Spirit

My spirit is
paper on the wind,
Fluttering lazily
afloat
on the breeze
Or swirling, twirling,
dancing
at your feet.
My spirit brushes an arm,
escapes
a desperate grasp.
Spinning higher,
comes to rest
in the
tangled branches of life.
At last,
strong currents
carry it away.

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