The keeper of secrets
The leaves are falling, murmuring truths to the wind
Creating a song of old whispers nestled in the fallen leaves
The wind, the keeper of secrets
Haunts the wanderers—me,
Tracing the silent path to change
Each turn of color an echo of what once was
And so, the leaves fall,
crushed under the weight of each passing step,
only to rise again,
as the seasons shift in an endless rhythm,
teaching me that change is woven
into each breath I take
Reminding me of faded memories,
That bloom like wildflowers between the cracks of now,
Bringing sweetness and sting in their scent,
They linger, weaving through the keeper of secrets,
Offering me hope of renewal in the amidst of change
Copyright © The quill | Year Posted 2024
|