Leaves

Leaves, gently slowly they fall,

The length so clear, it certainly touches the dust.

Look…!

Contagious shape,

Its lifeless dryness

Look at the drift.

Like an impatient lover’s kiss

That falls closer to the lady’s cheek.

So low and dull the voice,

Like the derail that fell,

On the lady’s nape

Look, an ever gracious fall…!