The leaf shrugs off the persisting chains
Farewell to parental bough!
Blows away with sailing breeze
Dispossessed, aimless.
The leaf knows not its solitary fate,
Destined to wither in some foreign earth.
An Original mistake, not time enough to learn, but suffer.
The wind blows away, to scavenge another soul,
Stealing the vestiges
of a happy dream,
Suck the hope from the shivering dawn,
Caress with a cool finger, those warm cheeks,
It flies hence.
Dispossessed, aimless,
Eternally unloved.
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