Eyes set on the withering leaves
that fall along the noon breeze
the ones that carry no breath
and die down to gradually freeze.
look at the sea of orange
that lays calm enduring death
and this autumn afternoon
I sit all out of breath.
the nature whispers slow
about every secret it holds tight
and withering down to face an end
only leads us to a new
l i g h t
.
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Poesia•POETRY 'And I wither down to death just like the autumn leaves' ©maybeanerror 2021
