Each season,
Evokes memories of certain individuals,
Except one,
My cherished season,
Autumn.
Often seen as a season of harvest,
Yet, to me,
It signifies a season of farewells,
Leaving traces of memories in its wake,
A poignant reminder that each leaf,
Once belonged to the tree's branch.
And you, my special leaf,
I yearn for you to linger,
Until Autumn's arrival,
Until Autumn decrees it so.
I'll cheer for you,
From the periphery,
Until the end of summer's reign,
I wish to partake,
In a few of your blissful moments.
And when Autumn extends its greeting,
I'll bid my silent adieu,
Whispering it into the breeze,
Wishing you nothing but the best,
Harboring a quiet hope,
To be close once more.
But these are merely wishes,
Promises that time cannot make,
Yet, I hope the universe might.
In due course,
When our lives have found stability,
When everything falls into place,
Perhaps then,
Our paths will cross once again.
—ancn.
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Whispering Winds: A Stargazer's Silent Symphony
PoetryThis is an original collection of poems written by me with only one inspiration. This is an untitled poem. I made it so for it is a series of poem that describes one person and if I could ever put a title in every chapter of poems, his name would be...
