As the leaves pursued the trail of the cool breeze,

and the heavenly scent of the peach blossoms adorned the air,
she marched off the hospital corridor, downcast.
Recurrent denial of the long awaited surgery,
leaving her desperate life in a kaleidoscope of shattered mirrors;
after all, “gender fluidity ”was not her choice .

Out of the blue, a smile replaced my vanishing fury;
and there stood a couple, caressing their dainty...