It's not the story of a Shepherd and the
sheep.
It's the story of a leaf and the
tree.
When the tree asks the leaf
to break the steam
and Go.
Little,vulnerable leaf
agrees. "Fine," it says softly
and falls down.
Words spoken out were soft.
But the fall feel
hard,horror and HARMFUL.
Though the tree dips in
melancholy.
While leaving the leaf.
It still stays stable.
But the vulnerable leaf.
Laying down on the ground.
Sleeps against tears.
Laughs against covers.
Leaf; The leaf.
Shivers in horror
of being left alone.
When the rain and
autumn stood with
emerging powers.
I am the leaf.
And the tree,
Is still stable!
-Zubika
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Night and Day (Poetry)
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