Words wish to fly away. Like those dry leaves on an autumn’s day. Words that have dried up, Have nothing worthwhile to offer any more By way of solace, Or advise, Or for that matter comfort. They were once full of life! Coloured in hues, Rippling with energy, Growing inside the head and Springing forth from lips. Burdened with my melancholy, Today they are unwanted. Dry, yellowed with my stale dreams They simply fall away; like the dried leaves in autumn. In their final hours, They only wish to be blessed With a tear or two of someone, whose heart it may have touched once; Like those dew drops at dawn On fallen leaves of autumn.
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