#### Hello friends, How are you all? I hope everyone is well. I am also well by the infinite mercy of Allah. Like every day, today I have come before you with a new post. Almost all kinds of incidents happen around us. The incidents are often instructive, painful, tragic, and inspiring. That is why today I have come with a story again. I hope you will enjoy reading my writing. ![IMG20251031101011.jp](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmTqHZ9fiCLGRpNJgskASpVYbtn7frPGnsfftY4bKxGnNc/IMG20251031101011.jpg) #### **Photos Captured By @sanaullah99** #### **Poem: Love Hidden in the Leaves** A small flower in the gap between the leaves, A soft, wet mistake, red with shame. Like the first smile of the morning, Floating lost in the eyes of a stranger. Sitting in the shade of the leaves, The flower opens slowly, smiling, It seems - it knows who is waiting, Whose footsteps are mixed with the sight of the wind. The raindrops kiss the raindrops, That trembling awakens the pulse of love. A pink song in the deep green, As if knowing the secret declaration of the heart. The afternoon comes quietly and says, Love means such a swing, Where there are no words, only feelings, Where the mind draws everything of its own. The game of secret colors behind the leaves, No one sees, yet the world is fair. The flower smiles, saying I am here, When you think from afar, I am by your side. The words stored in the heart, Mix in the intoxicating colors of this flower. The melody of the deepest pain in the mind, The soft light that plays on its petals. If you raise your hand once, This flower may not speak, But it will embrace you with its scent, With the touch of an eternal feeling. Each petal is like someone's memory, The love that was given, yet there was a secret policy. The flower seems to know that story, Where love does not mean any result. Water falls under the soft petals, Yet its laughter does not stop even a little bit. Love may mean such a color, Where pain and happiness mix together. When the sun dances in the swaying of the leaves, It feels like someone's finger is touching it. The heart then says, "Look at that flower, Like my love, I am ashamed of it. When the light dies down at the end of the day, The flower is still still, yet alas An immortal flame burns within it, As if the end of love is also the first sight. This soft flower knows the heart, How love is continuous. Not words, not touch, just the air, With whose touch the body-mind-shadow merges. #### Thank you all for taking the time to read the post. Thank You all for Your. Love to Everyone. **[My identity:]** ***

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>My full name is Md. Sanaullah. Steemit ID @sanaullah99. Home Netrokona Sadar Netrokona. I have completed my degree from Netrokona Government College, currently I write and create Facebook content on Steemit. I am now a content creator, so I have to spend a lot of time with nature, travel to different places. Apart from these, I like writing poems, writing stories, and being in touch with nature the most. I like nature a lot. So I am coming to this platform to share my beautiful moments with everyone. I hope everyone will extend their hands of support and cooperation to me. I joined Steemit in June 2025. I feel very happy to be able to work on the Steemit platform in this short time. I am very happy to have the opportunity to work with you. ---