Autumn Leaves
- Leituras 3
- Votos 3
- Capítulos 1
They separate,not like shards of shattered glass...
but More like the leaves of autumn..
Fading away,falling down.
Each finding its own color.
Scarlet, copper , golden brown.
Unsteady at first,
Swaying on the way.
But steady at last,
as they land safe.
Each falling leaf,has its story to tell.
About the warm sun shine,
& how The little rain drops felt.
How they changed shades,
and How they danced...
As slowly
On different parts of the world they land.
The proud tree watches,
she knows they'll find their way...
As the snow blankets,Hiding them away.
Protecting and shielding,
until the day..
The spring breaks through and the fallen leaves now shine ,
In form of Lil buds and flowers so beautiful so divine.
We will find our way.
Soon, if not now.
Some day, some way.
Some where ,some how.
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