Fallen

My gaze caught a flaunting leaf,
Brown, dusky, old and fallen.
Rustling doughtily to the tune played by the;
Gusty wind, with a high relief.
Chilling with absolute poise and grace
Despite cringe and dead within.

No grandeur conquered yet on the show
Downturn and dejection are no more
But to realize the moments which mark
Your life and adore,
Though fallen and broken and shrug off too low.

Seema Marzook

I worry less about fitting into glass slippers and focus more on shattering the glass ceilings.

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