Dead Leaf Struggles With Blowing Wind

Dead Leaf Struggles With Blowing Wind short poem

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A dead leaf on ground
It fell off found itself weak
All pass over yet no one cares
But the wind which carries it
Somewhere away may be
Suitable to grow again
To have the rebirth journey
It struggles but one day
On that day It will scream
A shout of the triumph
Though nobody helped
It could gain its victory
Yet other leaves give up
They die unheard as all
But the fading leave fled
Ran away the battle
It moved to find shelter
A refugee had been named
Yet if a one of leaves was ungrateful
Disobedient to the land
That grasped on his hand
Other leaves cried of the shame
Still struggling like a bird
Trying to find his lost home somewhere
To build something resembles
It seems all the tries failed
Because of the wind that never
Never ever seems to stop blowing
It blows against the dead leaves
As the birds that can’t find ways
To tell their brothers to lay down
To take off their guns and arms

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