Some unfinished poetries can be understood by only some,
cause it has to be felt..

Falling off
she leaves,
leaves her tree
breaking free
of her majestic mentor
Falling over time,
leaving what she has
learned of truth
behind
Carried upon a
cradle in a breeze,
Tossing about in
crisp, edgy, crimson,
swaying, whirling, dancing
look at me, love me

Things fall into
place unexpectedly
Perhaps this is what
meant to be