The leaves are falling.
Suddenly, the color faded
like it loses its life on its own.
The sand's depleting,
And the glass could be
broken easily.
Time flies, so my love.
Waiting could take
another season.
So when the leaves leave its tree,
And all of it fall unto the ground,
That only means,
my love for you already died.
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Unheard Words
Poetry"Tʜᴇ sᴀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɴ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ᴡᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏᴜʀ sᴜᴄᴄᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ. Iғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏɴᴇ, ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ." -- Unheard Words *Unheard Words is a collection of poems written in English. Disclaimer: Photo used in the cover is not m...
