Leaf
The sky looks more grey
The star doesn’t come up
and neither the cloud
Empty like her mind
Cold as her heart
Moon is her favourite thing
but tonight the moon cannot amuse her
Her thought is extremely complicated
Divided into two choices
Between what she should do
and what she wants to
She finally choose,
to be the leaf that falls from the tree
Blowing freely,
until she goes down
at some unknown places
She has no choices;
However, she still has a slight hope
to be understood.
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