The autumn leaves
scattered all over the boulevard,
rustling silently,
Have dried and turned yellow
A cold wind blows
Alone, I stand
The sun
Lingering behind the shrubs,
Sinks slowly
I keep walking,
Will my steps lead me,
To my Kairosclerosis?
Bring back the colour
Play the song I long for
Paint the sky,
Blue and white again
I miss, the bliss
whirling on the memories that remain

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Amisha Mahto

I love world lines, alternate universes, and five-leaved-clover.

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