TE16 Turkish Delight

Ten Poems

Leaf

How would you recognize a leaf dried on its branch

suddenly drifting slowly down to earth from the sky

one by one

such as thoughts in which are rooted memories

drenched by rain on an autumn day, one said

on the harvest of existence it is called a human being

a laborer on earth between death and birth

little by little yielding within emotional weeds

getting acquainted with time by growing older

as becoming a plain and mere truth facing at a mirror,

slowly downwards from the branches of a tree

by falling

If I tumble don’t be afraid, if I bloom, don’t be tantalized!

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