I woke up, I look into the honest evergreen mirror,
The face had takien a beating, but still stands all the terror,
Terror though brief, has given enough of its grief,
Its time to fall from the branch , says the 'leaf';
Yes 'I' was the lingering leaf, 'she' was like the delicious dew,
She came when she wanted, our moments together were few;
Yet she shined, she blosommed when she was on me,
I held her firmly, she held on, until she finally broke free;
Is this love? Yes it was the short and sweet kind,
Yet golden memories painfully carved in the mind;
What if she had not been the dew, but water the elixir of life and which moves around,
Then the greener leaf would not have fallen, but wait 'it' flies happily now on the ground...
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