My Fall

My Fall

when a leaf leaves its branch,
it’s no longer green.

when you said bye to me;
it is opposite.
you were fully intact;
my heart was shattered as fragile glassware dropped on concrete floor;
my mind was dried like a desert;
my soul turned to blue;
no longer me.

i am just a leaf
you are my living stem
when I fall onto the ground
I’m gradually decayed
to fertilize my roots
you to have new shoots
my mother tree will be green again

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

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