I am a leaf. Today 29 February, according to the Lunar Calendar, it is a rare day. I am a leaf, but now In advanced age, I am Reptilia, with odd slow head, bloodless and textured like a lizard.
Now chameleon in form, and in habitual dilemma of contrary thinking, I am the leaf who wants to have brightest winged eyes like a Peacock butterfly, but I am a leaf.
I am a leaf. Under constant reinvention, now older, smaller, I am a fragment, a fading profile of a fine head portrait of a young African female. She must have been an amazing butterfly. Graceful, earthy, but delicately edged, she chooses careful disintegration in her watercolour passing. She is my mind, my memory. I am a leaf.
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