Dried leaf was ripped from a limb of a jasmine tree.
While she was falling down to the ground, a gossamer has got her from dropping.
She cleaves to it,
spining there in the air, round and round, back and forth.
She utter with a sigh...
"No one can hold the death my dear gossamer"
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