The peaceful autumn breeze,
Barely noticed…
Weaves, between the unsuspecting leaves:
An artful assassin,
Creating a masterpiece.
Its victims, drifting calmly
Bright and vibrant.
Rebelling, against their inevitable end:
The hope inside them,

Pulsating

Blood into their veins.
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As the grass opens its arms,                                       
Accepting.
Whispering, the final words of wisdom.
The only one, who notices,
Who cares?

As they wither slowly,
It reminds me of a pain.
Only momentarily forgotten.
Each fallen leaf,
A tiny piece of us.
And inside…
Somewhere,
A wish.
That smoldering inside our souls,
Is a power so great:
They could merge together forever.
And baby, it will happen,
I promise.
In the peaceful autumn,
When the crimson leaves blow…




…Back on to their withered branches.

Hopes and dreams lay inside each one of us, and your poem portrays this beautifully, with a beginning, a middle trail of thoughts, a wanting to hold onto, and an end.

I can definitely feel the message and power in this one... sooooo awesome...

Love the imagery Cas. And your format makes the write even more outstanding.

Morning young blood! When did you write this one?...It is very good, like PurpleRoses said, complete, full bodied...You're a good writer Cas!, TY for sharing

Awesome writing... loved it!

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