Pale, dries, it falls on the grass,
A gust of wind opens the door to past;
As it descends and kisses the ground,
Aches my heart, with a sigh profound.
Fraction of a second it takes, life goes on leave,
leaving reminiscences behind, embraces peace;
I wonder, is there another sky to see?
Where our soul flies on a virgin spree?
What secret oblivion is holding in arms?
more full of bliss than earthly charms;
As I sense the gentle breeze on my dry cheek,
My aching heart, finally finds some ease.
I see the leaf pursuing the path paved by wind,
For the journey ahead is one of a mystical kind.
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