What the leaves will not remember

The heart of the leaf is hidden
And forbidden.
For what they know,
They never show.

They know hideouts of terrorists,
Heard of slashed wrists,
Know what we don’t,
Ask but they won’t

They know all, but they can’t recall,
Not even small.
So they all wilt,
Lonely with guilt.


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