in the rush of cold

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Once upon a time in the kingdom of spring
a petal fell down in the rush of first rain,
detached from it's origin 
as it touched the ground 
she questioned them,

why me?
when the autumn seems still far away?

A darkened doorway she sees
leading to a distant corner,
where all in his glory stood a cracked pane
despite it's grave edges,
humming the sound of the pitter patter
that rhymes with those cerulean waves

but why not her ?
why was she out there in the cold ?

not allowed in ?
for once why she couldn't be grey 
and lie amidst the burning ember 
dissolving in the realm of the yellow sky ? 
maybe for the last time to just fit in ? 

Upon the lighted ceiling
flows the distorted curves of golden ,
embracing the candle light's stain.
why were they autumn's favourite ?
why couldn't  it be her just for this one time?
why wasn't she allowed to stay?
till now lingers her last dilemma
rustling across the desolated glass,

as far away she floats again,
in the rush of her last rain.

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