The Leaf

Life cometh from the root of the tree

Growth cometh from the sunlight that shines on thee

                                                                                                                               The fruit to life I bare,

All I give for free

From up above, torching the sky with the tip of hands…….

                                                                                                                        I fall….

                                                                                                                        Down to Hades…..

Death creeps in like cold nights in winter



Amidst a thousand dead souls, I roll

Green turns yellow

Desperate for the survival of my soul


                                                                                                                 I see my hands turn into ashes

                                                                                                                 The gentle stream ignores my cry


                                                          Silence encompasses me…..

                                                          A thousand and one taken away


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