It is the leaf,as a clam printed in the ruby...in my palm,
as the sun in twilight,a rainbow hidden stars.
It is the leaf,as a heart that still beats...vibrating silently with the wind-the thought,nearer the earth.
It is the leaf,as a mystery hidden among rocks...whispering with moss,colorful words.
It is the leaf a gentle prayer...frosting silver pearls-beautiful words.
Hidden among the grass,as a shinning shadow...it is the leaf,
embrace in the morning light...the trust.
In the night,she split off,as a beetle,from a budding thread of bluish rose...buds,
like the sky in twilight,shy,sweet as a kiss.
It is the leaf,as the good...the spring whispered her yearning...hear heart,the spring.
It is the leaf,like a ruby diamond-heart,enriching the cloak of roses.
In my palm,as the sun in twilight,a rainbow hidden stars.
