Don't ask me.
Yes, I'm sad,
But don't ask, please.
Look out the window
This September Eve.
There I sit
Under a tree.
There is the cool
Autumn evening breeze.
It plays with my hairs
And the only leaf,
Pale, ready to fall.
There, it's set free.
Dancing to its death,
It lands softly.
Now look at my face,
Sad as it could be.
Lost the shine,
My eyes, watery.
My heart you'll find
In piece but at peace.
Leafless and lifeless,
You see? Similarity.
Now you may know,
But don't ask me.
Yes, I'm sad,
But don't ask, please.
You cut the wings
Of a bird, once free.
Then you ask, "Why,
Not flying?" easily.
No worth there,
No worth, obviously.
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Longing In Silence
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