Wilted Leaves
Wilted leaves
faded and old
wait for the wind to blow
their season is over
it's time to leave
and gracefully fall
the moment has come
for their last dance in the wind
for their last sway to its tune
and drift peacefully to oblivion
where spring has no end
Copyright © Nudershada Cabanes | Year Posted 2015
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