Passage by Victoria Chang Every leaf that falls never stops falling. I once thought that leaves were leaves. Now I think they are feeling, in search of a place— someone's hair, a park bench, a finger. Isn't that like us, going from place to place, looking to be alive? Read the above poem and take inspiration from it. For today's challenge, write a poem with the word "leaf/leaves", "hair", "park bench" and "feelings" in it. The poem should be maximum 10 lines. Multiple entries are welcome. Rules: No AI generated poems ❌ No plagiarism ❌ Tag your piece with #leaf Let's get workin'! P.S: Have fun 😊