The Red Leaf Poem by Taher Shemaly

The Red Leaf



Red, my leaf is,
swept in its sense,
with every breeze, away,
red, like a rose for a prince.

Gentle, rests in sway,
roams in display,
but even though green it was,
red now, like a rose of May.

Rest upon the grass,
O heart of glass,
gentle as is,
red so in tears a mass.

Red, my dear is,
just like a rose, of a prince.

Sunday, October 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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