Brún lauf
liggja hjálparvana
á kaldri jörð
eins og brostin hjörtu.
Fallin lauf
fjúka út í horn
og berast sem rusl
með skóm fólks.
Beinaber lauf
molna undan grimmu roki
þar til ekkert verður eftir,
ekkert sem var.
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Brown leafs
lie helpless
on a cold ground
like broken hearts.
Fallen leafs
blow into the corner
and travel as litter
with peoples shoes.
Bareboned leafs
crumble by a harsh wind
until nothing remains
nothing that was.
