The wind moving leaves

The wind moving leaves
Swoosh, swoosh cars pass by
A painting of a woman
She looks like a ghost. 

Once more the intricate
Delicate movements 
Of emotion strike
Just like the leaves
Swoosh, swoosh arrows try
To strike. 

Ducking isn’t an option
As the soul is invincible
And free
And alone
In its bliss. 

January, 2021