Its raining
The leaves fall
Heavy with the damp of late autumn
Weighed down by the fate that awaits them
Their gentle descent belies the truth.
I am a leaf
Saturated by the virtue of you
Weighed down by the fate that awaits me
I fear the fall that drags me down.
If only the tree that bore me could save me
I would not be drifting now
If only the words that sliced me open could heal me
I look down, I'm afraid.
I am a leaf
Heavy with the damp of my tears
Weighed down by the mirage before me
My descent begins and darkness prevails
I wonder where will I rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey darren i'd hope you will fall and rest on a lap of a goddess, gorgeously eating you up...............to become one! amazing piece!