The Echoes of Lost Leaves
I miss the Leaves on my Boughs, shedding now and forever.
I cradle the memories that I wish I’d sowed never.
Nurtured within my heart, but I question how,
Watched them changing colours; falling off, a cruel fate,
Plucked away, a pain that's hard to abate.
Parts of my life, they were, now in disarray,
Irreplaceable, in every way.
For I am a Tree, now barren and still,
Grounded well, but with time to fill.
Is this life, a Tree bereft of Leaves?
Standing in ‘solitude,’ in a world that deceives?
Each Leaf, a promised ‘trust,’
in the season of need and glee,
Now scattered by the winds –
I stand a Barren Tree,
Yearning for loyalty’s decree.
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