Warm glowing in the heat
The thirst that never quenches
The burn that never burns
She held tight
With all her might
Hoping against hope
To remain united forever
Still longing to be free
Free
To wistfully flow
In the air
To become one with
Many others like her
To be her own lover
But how could she
She was born
Where she is now
She was always the part of it
Together they have seen everything
The heaven falling from the sky
The rains soaking her from inside
The moisture of love
That is eternal
Yet would leave her alone
The white descending from above
Covering her whole being
Erasing any other color
Yet being serene
The orange, the red
The yellow and green
Of beautiful spring
Abundance of love
Though she should be happy
But she remembers being aloof
For spring marks the beginning
The beginning of the end
The warm scorching heat
That feels like a blast
On her face
That fills her with warmth
Enough for her to survive alone
That gives her the signal
It is time to go
With a shock she moves
Fearing she might fall
But the wind carries her in her arms
Taking her to the dream
Where others were waiting
Who were just like her
That’s how she became a part
Of the yellow gold stream..
She was no more
A lone golden leaf
(C) Juztamom
Writer's note: The poem is in the voice of a leaf, which is dreading autumn and is reminiscing all the seasons gone by. But in the end it cuts the string and becomes one with the golden stream of leaf.
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