i am a leaf just...and you the veins on me...

i think i am a leaf...
And you veins...on me spread
Supplying me my daily bread...
Water, food, sap...through you come
You also hold me back from the tempestuous charm...

When i would be dry and withered and seared
Fallen on the grass fully bared,
You would still remain like a shadow
With your veins spread on my yellowed hollow...

Like dreams of the past you would remain
With your stories of vein-like crisscrossed lanes...
Through which came all the nature's nourish...
And memories of growing green through you i would cherish...

i think i am a leaf just
And you, the bearer of my unforgettable past...






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