Apr 3, 2009

the leaf and the dew

quivering in it's chill.
the last dew
of the early dawn
adores the leaf and hates it too

as much as it seeks,
her effortless caress,
the droplet fears
a loss of identity, a loss of life

for one hustle,
is it all it takes
to shed a tear
in it's falling self

trust no protection,
it bears the greatest danger
it when the strongest of bonds
weaken your strength

breaks away the dew
this time from her home
before the leaf corners it,
in her invitation to death

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