All is Fleeting
The requiem of a fallen leaf etches lines upon the soul, like elegies written in the language of spattered rain. The frailty of existence…
POETRY
The requiem of a fallen leaf
etches lines upon the soul,
like elegies written in the language of
spattered rain.
The frailty of existence in a fleeting breath,
where day and night embrace
as kindred spirits
in the melding of twilight.
The ephemeral beauty of a rain-kissed petal,
the song of the nightingale
penned upon the parchment of night.
The legacy of withered bark
as time weaves wrinkles on its skin,
a history of the years embraced.
to mourn the passing of dreams.
Footsteps echo regret.
while you are but a wilting flower.
There is solace in memories
that whisper your name,
a lament,
written in the ink of my tears
in the requiem of a fallen leaf.