A Fey Leaf

A Fey Leaf short poem

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I saw a golden leaf
in the palm of earth,
I wonder where it comes from..!
I firm to find its cradle.
I wander and wander everywhere
But I dash hopes of
finding the secret.
I rest in the earth’s lap
and reminiscence.
Briskly I saw a wane in my dreams.
I recognize,
that fallen leaves made the hiatus
in my dreams..

It is ,now,a fey leaf.

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Preeti
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A mystical poem filled with beautiful imaginations…nice:)

kwai chee low
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Beautiful. I love especially the flow, the tempo and the pause. Feels musical, almost like a gently moving cradle; a hammock subtly swinging in the wind…

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