O, falling leaf…
Thou’ like a falling tear
Fall down from eyes of maple motley queen
Flowing her cheeks down
Following her breathing
Obeying every aerial command
Until thou find’st the end of flaccid chin
Then dart’st into the ashes underneath
Biding farewell to wrinkles of her skin
Just to become one more memor’al pain
That will forever mingle in the dust
Which turns to graves beneath her feeble feet
The falling leaf…
Thou tramp’st into the ground…
I shed my tear devoting it to thee…
To Falling Leaf
© Copyright: Виллард Корд, 2008
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