The Maple Tree Has Embraced
The Colour Of Fire Gifted
By The Autumn Season…
It Conquers The Eyes
And Invades The Heart…!

Slowly It Strips Itself
And Allows Pieces Of Its Regal Dress
To Fall To Its Feet
Because It Knows That Every Heart
Has Its Special Pages Loved To Be Read…

And Each Fallen Leaf Wants To Be
The Mute Witness Of That Moment,
Marking The Beloved Sheet Of Paper
To Help A Dream To Come Back

From Where It Had Been Left,
And To Rest Cradled Among Pages,
In Shelter From Rain And Wind…
Not More A Mere Dead Leaf,

But A Sweet Gift Of Nature…
It Seems To Be Alive With Pulsating Veins
Of A Well Known Hand
Whose Fragile Touch Caresses The Rhymes…

I Would Like To Be A Fallen Leaf
Picked Up By You At The Feet
Of A Autumn Denuded Tree…!

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