Autumn Leaves

As the wind’s kisses turn colder,
And winter solstice’s drawing near,
Hues of autumn reign,
The trees crowns’ once green.

Scrambling together in a perfect tone
Of red, gold, and a touch of brown,
Such a quaint scenery,
Capturing one’s gaze simply.

But the misery as they fall,
Hardly go noticeable,
And the hushed farewells,
Just fade into the air of despair.

Swaying and drifting day by day,
Knocking on my windows gently,
Heading for the ground below,
Helplessly waiting for the blanket of snow.

It is where they’re meant to be,
But it’s not what they long to be,
To be buried underneath,
Forgotten as the period of falling leaves repeats.

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