there he stands,
waiting in the borders of
change, i scoffed.
one thing led to the other,
he froze as i utter,
"see that autumn leaf fall?"
his eyes were puzzled, baffled.
i, on the other hand, murmured
"this leaf should remind you of me,
as the seasons begin to change."
his glistening eyes tell of a story,
ironically a sad yet morose one.
that once upon a time,
he was happy, i too was merry.
both the youth and the gay in
a canvas even hatred could not brush.
as he walks away, so did i.
it was a bittersweet second
just to feel the breeze coming
to the polar side, when the seasons
begin to change
like we did.
-
end.
Category: Free Verse Poetry.
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𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘅𝗶𝗮 (αταραξία)
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