Poetry, Quill

Autumn

All my tears withered,

like the leaves in the tree,

in my backyard,

That radiant tree,

lost it’s hue,

like I lost the flamboyant smile,

I used to carry on my face,

now,

it sways in the breeze,

like I dance in the moment,

it was the autumn of my life,

but,

the spring is approaching.

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