Evening Falls
A moth rises from dead flowers as darkness comes.
Leaves scatter across temple stones, marking time.
Frost draws patterns on cold glass—memories of those gone.
Underground roots search for spring.
Pink petals cover stone names with a gentle touch.
Light and shadow dance through the gate as the day ends.
Copyright © Dr. Padmashree R P | Year Posted 2024
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