Falling from the trees of grief,
I found reminiscences
in autumn leaves,
Gathered these leaves in my hands,
Crispy,soft,fragile and enchanting,
Nature coloured these bold and warm,
Golden,yellow with a mystique charm,
Each carrying a poignant story,
Written with ink of adore, smile and gory ,
Branches shed which once was dear,
Throwing these not even near,
Now in my hands but all slain,
Then i let them go from my hand,
Making these touch the land,
I moved away from these,
From a swarm of tranquil, tempting, deceased deeds .
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sinking thoughts
RomanceI just like to write my thoughts.This is just a collection of my thoughts.
