Strolling along the golden path of music,
counting each breath,
each drop of cloud wandering around here.
Then I see you.
My soul is less lonely.
You sleep so soundly,
never startled.
They say you harm the leaves,
yet you don’t mean it.
You are merely
borrowing the branch to rest,
aren’t you?
I gaze at the yellow leaves
at the end of the rainy season.
Oh, the last yellow leaves!
I reach out to pick you,
I bury you.
Please don’t be upset with me!
You will rise again —
you will be graceful once more.
I’m leaving now,
not knowing if we’ll ever meet again.
Yet no matter what,
I will forever carry
a sky of fallen leaves in my heart.
☘️
Thank you for reading. Your thoughts mean a lot to me.
Y.A.