They’ll go and go, the fresh leaves! See them again,
falling very gently
on the roads and yards.
Some roll, and behind them rustles a muted sound,
and some fall without
a word, like souls.
And you, poor one, who drink the last drop of life
and tremble, and trembling fade
and the falling leaves,
you cling to the branch in vain, cling a moment more
like one mouth to another
in a parting kiss …
(Lambros Porphyras)
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