Arman Rashid
The leaves turned gold and fell softly,
covering the ground like forgotten letters.
The wind carried a chill I could not shake,
and the days grew shorter without warning.
The sky wore gray like a tired song,
clouds moving slowly, never leaving.
I watched the sun hide behind the horizon,
its warmth slipping through my fingers.
The trees stood bare, silent and patient,
their branches trembling in the quiet air.
I walked among shadows that whispered,
reminding me of time I could not hold.
The rain came gently, then abruptly stopped,
leaving puddles that mirrored my heart.
Each step I took echoed in the empty streets,
as if the world had paused to remember.
I thought of endings, the ones I feared,
but this season lingered, refusing closure.
It held the moments that should have faded,
keeping them alive in the soft gray light.
And as I stood beneath the lingering sky,
I realized some things never truly leave.
1 comments:
What a amazing poem!!
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