Broken leaves
Drift with wind
Dry lakes
Looking above
Not a streak of rain lace
Cherry blossoms
Lost in season of spring
Years pass by
Passerby walk away
Season of fall
With no ends
Where winter of frozen emotions embrace
But where are you spring ?
Years have gone
Will you not visit the doorstep
Open are doors
Breeze of cold winds freeze
Emotions stale
Die away at touch of society at displease
Winter kills, whatever breathe that laced
Missing the last tweak of scent
That musk, left behind….
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Incomparable dear poet! This is such an intense almost melancholic experience that the speaker is going through. I feel every season brings its own adversities and sometimes fall is the season that reflects us humans the most. We'll all eventually fade and spiral to the ground like a dry leaf. Thank you for this deep reflection Spiller. I think the line "Die away at touch of society at displease" is also important to note. Oftentimes our society can play a strong influence in our lives, for the good or bad.
Enamoured by your thoughts…how well you connect with writer’s mind…resonating with every stroke of mine…thanks a lot dear Rocky…..
Delicate one, Nature has ways that make us understand the importance of everything. The things we pass by are the things we crave later on. Eventually, leaving us like that broken leaf drifting with wind in search of that missing musk. Well penned, dear poet.
Thanks a lot dear bubblehead….it’s so sweet to hear from you…and you got me nature is surely one of the best teacher and preacher….
Your writings are so captivating it takes me on an unknown voyage every time. Also, I hope everything is fine on your end. It feels good to be back.
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Beautiful!
so much suffering, inspires
our most cherished Art
thanks for sharing dear Poet
Thanks a lot dear Mek….some sufferings may be worth it…
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