I am a dry leaf
Fluttering in the ego
Of my gorgeous past
When the wind came
To touch me and I
Laughed at its childishness
Seasons gave me colors
Caressed me with sweet
Essences and let me feel proud
Rain played music with me
Washed me off dusts
Let me shine in the sun
I am a dry leaf
Fluttering in the wind
Feeling thirsty and half dead
Shouting at the passers by
Need to sleep on the floor
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Seasons gave me colors Caressed me with sweet Essences and let me feel proud A very fine meditation.. truths of life the dry leaf as a symbol. thank you dear poet Tiku. tony