Fall - II

28 21 20
                                    


a slip of words from a twist of tongue
falling into the silence around
like light showers from evening clouds
your feet stuck in the muddy mess
in the road that had earlier sat dry
your satchel stained in rain drop patch

oh what a beautiful moment it is ,
to fall into sandy shores as your wave recedes
lost afar into the tidal stories ,
consciously you bite the moon each night away
every month over and over again
leaves do fall and golden surges overflow
in your empty fields of nocturne sojourns

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