The Dew Over The Fallen Leaves Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

THE SWEET FLOWERS HUGGED THE GREEN PLANTS THAT GRABBED THE ROCKS AND THE BROKEN STONES ON TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN DEW THAT FELL OVER THE FALLEN LEAVES. I FELT THE DEW, THE BEAUTY ITSELF, RUNNING OVER THE FALLEN LEAVES LIKE LIGHT SHOWERS IN SUMMERTIME. THOUGH WHEN THE ROSE ALL THAT DEW GONE. ONLY THE SOFT DEW REMAINED ON THE FALLEN LEAVES GATHERED IN THE CORNER OF THE ROCKS.