I found a leaf in my verandah,
Released from a tree out of doors,
It's colors smeared soily
The shape of the leaf I have never seen.
I walked out,
Looking for the tree,
from it has fallen
I vowed that,
The leaf I'll press in the pages of my favourite book,
as my bookmark of reminescences.
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