As the wind got cooler,
I watched the timid leaves
Blush and fall
On the hard ground
In the most awkward way
They lay there peacefully
And slowly surrendered
To slumber.
Never waking up again.
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PoetryIt is not about the destination. It is about the journey. #26 in poetry (Apr 8th 2016) Photo belongs to its rightful owner.
Timid
As the wind got cooler,
I watched the timid leaves
Blush and fall
On the hard ground
In the most awkward way
They lay there peacefully
And slowly surrendered
To slumber.
Never waking up again.
