Sometimes I feel like a solitary tree When the wind comes No one hears the rustle in my leaves nor sees the shivering in me Not even the birds that rest on me I see a leaf fluttering away from me into the greying sky I look at it longingly and hope it will find a better resting place than in meBirth sign: Not entered
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by Anna Gan.