A Dry Leaf
Happiness occurred at the times of sadness, yet love wasn't matured to mature the joy in my life. It felt like a flower that wasn't watered when water was a nature of garden.
I cried hoping to be felt like a dry leaf,
But I was left wilt and dry.
It broke me when all had their own backs
While I was just a silent morning bird that dew frost.
Love became a miserable word with no ending, I felt it in darkness when the only light I saw was of a sparkling star that shines when the moonlight.
It felt great, yet the greatness of joy was of a tear in my eye.
I'm a dry leaf.
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