As the wind outside, had picked up its speed,
swirled around the lonely tree, making it bleed.
She gazed out the window, with a forlorn look,
her hands pressed against the pages of an archaic book.
A sweet melody, that the hurling wind sang,
along with the tune of her gramophone that rang.
The lonely, bleeding tree was bereaved of its leaves,
for most had danced away, swaying to the breeze.
She hummed one last time, to the tune of the melody,
just as more leaves, began descending down the tree.
The sun was lost somewhere, beyond the clouds of change,
the winds that blew outside, left her heart rearranged.
The tree was all barren, except for only a few,
the leaves that remained, would die soon too.
As the last song of her playlist, began rolling around,
the last of the two leaves, began slowly falling down.
As that friendless leaf, danced it's final move,
the wind too had strummed its final tune.
Her gramophone stopped rolling, finishing her life's melody,
for she fell like the leaf, into the arms of sleep, for eternity...
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Felicity
PoetryWe live in a world of bliss, a bliss so divine, that it's so hard to find. Things in life are complex, and the life we choose becomes a reflection of who we are. Love is a beautiful flower, but its stem is loaded with thorns, ready to strike one d...
