Untitled - Poem by Lozaan Khumbah
The sun coming up in the east
And the small streaks of clouds
Scattered like little islands
Have made the sunrise beautiful;
Makes my heart to leap wild.
I also hear the tall eucalyptus trees
Shedding their leaves in unison.
The wind, and the fall of leaves
Together makes a music soft
Strong enough to stir my soul.
The seconds are ticking away fast;
These lines are coming to an end.
Slowly, so is my beautiful life.
I may rise like the sun among the clouds
But I will fall like the tall eucalyptus leaves.
So I am carving these lines
That they may play themselves
Over and over again on my day,
Like the wind sings a slow tune
Laying to sweet rest the falling leaves.
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