Fall Leaves Flow
Our love died as the fall leaves
drifted slowly into the wind.
Each memory vanishing before my eyes
With every leaf.
It is a start of a new season, a fresh start.
This tree still stands tall
Stronger and bolder than ever before.
Surrounded by it’s faded memories,
Embraced by the beauty of a tragic heartbreak.
But this tree has grown.
This tree has found love once again.
But this time with the wind.
The wind that has taken away the pain,
It whispers to her sweet melodies.
Sways her with it’s sound.
The wind will love her until she falls down
They will crash down to the ground together
Wrapped in each other’s love.
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