I am a lonely leaf,
stuck here all alone, a lonely leaf,
soaked in pain and grief.
I carry a varicose heart,
crying and sad heart,
every word a piercing dart.
The wind brushes by,
caresses me and glides by,
it’s soothing touch, a lie.
The world cares for blooms,
happiness it gets from blooms,
a sole leaf in this world has no room.
I don’t belong to anywhere,
no place to go anywhere,
my destiny is tied up here.
I am a lonely leaf,
stuck here all alone, a lonely leaf,
soaked in pain and grief.
The Blues stanza is poetry derived in the late 9th century from the Afro-American lamentation and sadness. The Rhyme scheme : A. A. a. . B. B. b. . C. C. c. etc.