Poem by Nket Godwin

LEAF

This countenance is leaf,
Dangling, with dewy youth,
On the branches of tree;
Wilted, rustle down from
The touch of time's wind.
It's zilch than soil manure.
What essence is it emerald
If it will wilt and rustle away.

©Nket Godwin

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