You say I'm a bird?
Never betray
to rivers, fields, and stones.
I'm the last leaf
who tried to survive on twigs
who hates the wind.
I do not like to imagine
the beauty of me
who dream of the land,
do not trust the promise of fire that will translate me
into the ash language.
Please interpret me
as the last leaf
for the sound of the wind that lulls
the branch was extinguished.
Please interpret me as desire
to be with you longer.
Please create meaning for me,
anything - I'm the last leaf
who wants to watch you happy
when the afternoon arrived.