Tall reeds bend,
wavering in the wind
bowing in all directions.
Uncertain.
Not like water flowing downstream
with gravity as a guide.
The wind changes.
Abrupt.
Quick.
Indecisive.
Dry leaves shake and
fall to the ground,
after being swept into many whirls and
being taken far from their branches.
They want to fly soulfully free,
yet they must embrace doubt
along their uncertain journey.
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