Dry Leaf Poem by Noen Muti

I am like a dry leaf, longing for the presence of that cheerful girl,
In the autumn of my solitude, her laughter could twirl.

Her smile, a sunbeam in my desolate days,
I'm a withered leaf, seeking her radiant rays.

Whispers of her name, a gentle breeze in my lonely space,
Hoping for her joy, to fill this barren place.

Yet, I remain a leaf, crinkled and frail,
Dreaming of her warmth, in this melancholy tale.