for hurting poems

from me- a very bad poem

she was the last leave of fall
so smooth and yellow
has just fallen to the icy ground
she was the last leave of fall
before that a leave which was so alive and so small
it grew day by day and went crimson from green
than yellow to leave
to leave its strong willow
she was the leave which has seen a lot beauty and greed
she was the leave which has seen a lot leaving
and a lot gathering
she was the last leave of fall
which has seen a lot diry falls...
(normally i'm very good at writing turkish poems but when it comes to english, it becomes suckss...)