The Whispering Leaf.
weave exquisite patterns,
forming an immaculate, delicate sheaf,
while morning's dew whispers,
tales of forgotten woes,
left scribbled on every leaf.
Murmurs float gently,
across solitary trees,
to distant forests deep and dense,
teasing the waving grasses,
while coquettishly inflaming every sense.
Listen! For the murmurs whisper to us all,
as the whispers recall,
the crushed memories of the lovers' call.
For the whispering leaf shares,
a story that may travel,
to you, to me,
if we still our minds,
gaze upon each leaf,
and quietly marvel.
Afzal Moolla lives in Johannesburg, South Africa.
He writes for pleasure and enjoys reading non-fiction and the occasional novel.
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