This little leaf I hold in my hand,
for fear it should escape into the air
and take my joy, my memories and
leaving me greying in despair.
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First poem in and I am really impressed. What a beautiful if a wee bit melancholy reflection to when life was maybe a little simpler. A connection between the dying leaf as a memory of the tree of youth, holding on dearly to those happy childhood. But then the hint of the idea that when the tree buds again a new chapter begins. And yes it is a difficult age, the transition into adulthood. That's where it took me and it sparked a memory of the age too.: -)
Nice one! ! ! It reminds me of something. Well more than one thing. You capture the feeling of nostalgia well.
Beautiful poem, full of meaning and very well written. A great metaphor.
A very sad and colorful poem. I love the way you describe the leaf to memories. Great work.
I love it! Not just the way it was written but the fact that you used colors to convey your emotions and then bluntly stated your problem at the end.BRAVO
A touching poem. You can sense the emotion in every word. Very nice.
A beautiful perfection in your write