watching the leaves change colour
into the red of a fire that burns itself out
and surmounts into the crunch beneath my feet
I ask is this what love is all about?
one bud more, one bud less mattering not
if lovliness falls as they fall, still the leaves
that fall with the wind were more loyal to it
then these hearts were to their theives
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I would like to translate this poem
Leaves change colour and we see this daily. Being less of buds matters no more. Loveliness falls as they fall. An amazing poem is very brilliantly penned basing on perception of nature and love...10