Thank you for the honor and your hard work.
Leaves’ Lost Love
We are at the cusp of diurnal times
When fall falls, leaves flee, and flown
Away into fleeting cooling breezes that crown
The tree tops in a bare coat of branches
And dying leaves whose love story
With the tree is as tragic as thee.
They try to stay connected with a fee
Of dried stems that can only cry
When the leaves finally fall
And their story ends in crackles,
Crunches of animals stepping on the backs
Of mummified soil with a tapestry full
Of golden, green, orange hues
Turning pallid the longer the stay
Before their love, weary of loss, play
The fools as they’re swept into pues
And cues to be taken and turned
Into paper for schools. The poor leave’s
Story of love is rejuvenated with heaves
A sigh of true connection with child
Whose doodles, words sweep
The pain of loss into sweeter
Reverence to new connections, beautifier
Of emotions that are expressed and deep.
©️ Malak kalmoni chehab©️
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