LEAVES Poem, by Yasu Na, at My poetic side

I sometimes wish to be independent of colors.

Colors die out with light.

I took a black and white photograph of trees in the rain.

Flowers were going down because of the rain.

Leaves depend on a single color.

Flowers are certainly colorful and beautiful.

But the figures are thin.

Leaves are stronger than flowers.

Leaves live longer than flowers.

Leaves are brighter than flowers.

Now I appreciate the photograph of trees.

I still get drips from the leaves in my eye.

It’s raining inside the photograph forever.

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