The leaves falling down,
Are painted orange,
A shade of red highlights,
The existence of the leaf.
Prominent like a truth,
But trying to hope in faith,
Emotions hovering on facts,
And teats begging sincerely.
The snow is soon to come,
And the birth then will be anticipated,
Spring will be look forward to,
And the fear of death will be forgotten.
But until then, until this season passes,
World will seem to cruel and,
The truth of death will be tainted.
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Our Violet Walls
PoetryBook #1 in the 'Coloured After Party' Poetry Series. 'Coloured After Party' is my second poetry series after my debut one known as 'If Only Happiness...' When everyone leaves, the night gets lonely with every passing minute. Keeping us in dilemma of...
