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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