Like the leaves on a tree,
Falling on the barren soil;
I hurl forward with no support,
To come back to a Grey sky.
In hope of a better season,
I let the fading feelings hover,
Holding on to our memories to end my shivers;
Only to be forgotten in this snowy winter.
Like a joyous gypsy and wanderer,
I tread on this broken leaf path.
In search of a fire or a light,
That will help keep this cold aloft,
And your memories locked.
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PoesiaA five-course written meal of poems, short stories, conflicting thoughts, unseen letters and AU imagines. Filled with fluttering heart moments, forgotten memories of nostalgia, an abyss of sadness, immersive happiness and treasured words. ~~ Sugges...
