A Falling Autumn Leaf
Apart, detached, bereft;
It fell to the ground,
Waiting to be decayed soon.
And, its mere existence,
would vanish into the thin air.
It floats like a cloudy cloud;
In the wisp air.
Adhering itself to the smoke,
Clinging itself to the wafting
Fragrance from the blooming flowers
Down on the ground still waiting
Their inevitable end.
The greener leaves once winked at it;
But all in vain, soon it will be abandoned.
With not even an ounce of its trace to be found.
It continued to fall; falling through eternity,
To be engulfed by the soil which once fostered it.
Lifeless; yet so unearthly beautiful,
Melancholy; yet so soulfully divine ,
Full of hues; yet has lost its own color,
Barely breathing; yet breathtaking.
Broken from the foliage, yet floating.
Crimson, tangerine or mango tango;
Or, simply green and yellow.
Which color you had wished for?
It wore all hues in abundance.
Once blooming and flourishing,
Now meeting its infinite destiny.
Everyone saw that falling Autumn leaf.
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