Leaf

The wind is in high frolic with the rain.
Outside the garden a little yellow leaf
Clinging desperately to its mother branch

I pick up the leaf
And put it in the book,
Giving it a home.

Dark clouds close the sky.
There is no wish to fly.
And only dove on ledge
Can feel my lonely age.

All roads are walked by me.
There is no view to see.
And only wolf in wood
Can understand my mood.

Loneliness is out of control.
Loneliness has conquered the world.
Sadness operates my mind...
Heartlessness and closed doors I find.

The storm destroyed my soul.
There is no chasm to fall.
And only crane in pond
Can hear my song to God.

To breathe is very hard.
There is no end...