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A large dried leaf taped to a notebook page.

Autumn leaf

On the fronds of a fruitful palm tree, I used to dance with my beloved / after we were brought together by the coincidence of spring.

A smiling young woman in hijab.
Dima Albanna
  • Gaza Strip
A large dried leaf taped to a notebook page.

A leaf found on the sidewalk, which was the inspiration for the poem. Photo: Dima Albanna

On the fronds of a fruitful palm tree, I used to dance with my beloved
after we were brought together by the coincidence of spring.
Two leaves with a shining green hue, and air kisses sent by the golden sun.
Flowers bloomed and the melodies of birds rose.

Goodbye Spring

Without  explanation, the shining green hue disappeared slowly,
and I no longer received air kisses except every now and then,
My heart lives on the memory of our first meeting.

Hello Autumn

In that place we used to meet,
does your heart still remember me?

On my journey, I have met many shades of green.
Yet I am lost without my beloved and his shining hue.

Will Spring bring our roots together, uniting our hearts once again?

It does not matter.
I will walk the path next to fruitful trees to restore my shining green hue,
and imagine so.

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