Truth of life.

 

The falling leaves speak

in whispers the reality of life

the silence in solitude

if you have a heart to listen.

 

Aging with seasons

transfiguring what existed

to embrace the real transition

lost in the winds of time.

 

In every fallen leaf is a soul,

that sighs as it falls,

with a pain of let go,

a yearning in the heart.

 

Causing a rustling sound

when tread on,

as it gathers in anticipation

to make a grave for a lost soul.

©Geetha Paniker

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