when they all left
a single leaf
stays on the carpeted floor
from outside
finding its way inside
my room
face on the floor
veins exposed
my eyes piercing
inside the stomata
the guard cells
open
i close the window
the wind passes by
i sit alone again.
my hand holding another hand
my eye looking to an eye
i close everything now
the leaf is trapped
inside my mind
there is light
it is glowing and the
leaf is burning
i think this is a very good poem
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