Poem -

Momiji

A beautiful word,
as you may heard.

Red maple leaf, it means
without any appease.

Wind whispers through its branches
weaves through its leaves
blows past the trees 
with so much ease.

Leaves
the color of blood
A crimson flood.

Stories
printed in every inch
from the largest trunk
up to the smallest leaf-vein, merely a pinch.

When wind whispers again
maybe with some rain
the leaves fall with the drops.

Drops
on the crimson surface

Water
against the fire.

Blood and water.
Flood and flame.

 

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