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Leaves Afterglow
Forest whispers
Do you feel trees are waving,
calling you out to meet,
to leave house threshold
advancing with the breeze
until sunlight turns into lace
under the trees
where whispers become song
telling of wishes
from long ago
when you were still learning, unfolding
what love can do
and what it looks like?
Today you are still young,
no matter if the decades
added a dust of white
and the experience
letting you tell apart
wisdom from false dreams
true kindness from mirages
leaving anger, annoyance
behind you, as you step
into the dawn.
The forest shade
is not a place of darkness
it closes circles, reunites
tiny hands and the laughter
with steps that don’t go running hide-and-seek
but still, remember
what it means
to look at everyone in good faith,
trusting nothing can harm you
or end wishes
trying to fly
on leaves of time.
