These Leaves…

leaves

Before the wind will carry me
To a far distant land
In flight;

Cut and clean me up carefully;
Remove the dust and sand
In sight.

Rinse in vinegar, soak in dill ;
One is a herb that heals
The bone,

Flirt with nature, die in her still,
Her leaves are more than meals
Alone.

Leonell

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