Twin Leaves

From the window of my room

On the third floor,

I can see a pair of twin leaves

On a branch of a tree.

I don’t know the name of it.

So what? It’s still a tree.

And those are still leaves.

Unique in shape, singular in colour,

But leaves nonetheless.

They rise from the same source,

Same limb.

Yet face different sides,

See different worlds.

One east, the other west.

Oh! If they were not so stubborn

So as to not to turn,

They would have seen a different world,

No less in beauty,

Before autumn came.

For when autumn comes, they go.

Twin they are but never see each other.

Because they face different sides,

Live in different worlds.

From the windows of my room

On the third floor,

I can see a pair of twin leaves

On a branch of a tree.

Like morning and night they seem to me.

Together forever, forever apart.