The Fall
Let the fall of your habits come while the windows are down,
Let the fall of your memories come in this tremendous town,
Let the fall of your appetite arrive until it is not deserved,
Let the winter come when you have not truly lived anymore.
Let the snow roll over in your dreams,
When the door was open, you were in false fallacies,
Let your little shadow cast on me,
I never took your appearance leaning on me.
Bury all of your secrets in my skin,
Bury until you are falsely clean,
Bury all the pictures and candid acclaim,
Bury our existence until we are buried in our graves.
You were a tiny dragon,
I was looking for a pure pigeon,
While you used to breathe on my shoulder,
I was counting on your deathbed wishes.
Until your last wish, I am only mine,
Could never be your candid appetite.
I am used to being my own paradise,
Where fall lasts only two months.
Copyright © Abir Sawran | Year Posted 2024
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