A road is not only a road,
a hand is not only a hand,
and a leaf is not only a leaf.
Together, they tell the story of life.
One carries us forward,
another shapes who we become,
and the last teaches us
the fragile wisdom for living.
The road is our journey,
slowly taking shape,
like a path pressed
by passing footsteps—
the way a hand
shapes the object it holds.
And the leaf—
a delicate witness to our days—
unfolds in its season
and withers in its time,
just as our own lives do,
as we follow the road
toward our final destination.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
Online) - Published: August 30th, 2026 19:00
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Comments1
Lovely this poem speaks from great images and presents its message in metaphor. Well done
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