Like a lone leaf
on a skeletonic tree
I hold on to a twig of bare grief
with hope of some day getting free,
stripped of all kins
snatched by a deceptive Autumn,
I dangle like a temple bell
to ring the last time
before being taken away
by death's reigning spree;
as I shiver in morning breeze
dew plants countless kisses on me
wiping my tears
caused by cruel onslaughts of night
when the poor Moon is hounded
by black clouds of fright,
but soon rays of sun
brace my frail body
replenishing my wearisome mind
as I'm swayed by an unhappy wind,
I've no fear of fall
nor an ambition to fly above
but to return to my ground
that with plentiful of love
for my being doth resound,
I've the dream of a glorious sleep
in my own land under my parent tree
where I was born free to die free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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The best poem I've read as of today. Beautifully expressed grief of a lonely soul.10++