A Dry Leaf
A dry leaf
from an old suitcase
smells
of the summertime:
Children’s laughter
on the hay-field
beside the lake,
and concentric circles
on the glimmering
water,
like my ever-expanding
nostalgia…
Home! It’s quite close…
Isn’t it here,
just across the tiny stream?
A withered leaf from my suitcase
still smells
of this summer dream...
Halyna Koshulap, November 15, 2025
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