Leaves


​With love had March
sent you few notes
Painted green long ago.

When December came
They scattered away
Like broken leaves of old.

When I walk on them
I will hear someday
Your story left unsaid.

For perhaps in them
I will find that tale
Of mine that was untold.

© Arindam Dey

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