Poem by Stephanie Stoychevska:

Yesterday I opened my old book of poems,
And found a pressed autumn leaf.
Its fragrance took me back in time
To that cold day when the rain was falling.
I was so young and beautiful then,
When the teasing wind laid it in my hair
Dampened by the tears of the sky.
But now the leaf is dry
And will never be the same again —
Just like me…