Melancholy short poem

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I ache for you
With emptiness inside
I feel such deep despair
I feel incomplete, forgotten, forsaken
Yet, you don’t seem to care

Floating in the icy air
A dry, dead, abandoned leaf
Moving about in seeming disregard
Searching for the parent tree

The tree doesn’t take it back
New leaves it has grown
The leaf continues to float about
Listening to some forgotten song

It doesn’t even know its origin now
Doesn’t know where it came from
Not even sure of its existence
and yet, pursues some forgotten song

A tune that sounds like home
When home is not even a memory
A tune so dim and elusive
You wonder if it even is…

Looking for the origin of the rainbow
It gives in and gives up in despair
Then hears the elusive song again
and picks itself in the air

The dry leaf moves on
In a journey all its own
Was it ever a part of a tree?
Yes, gently whispers the forgotten song

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Milton Robertson

Lovely and lonely. But, everything has its season because everything has a Divine reason. Beautiful.


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