AUTUMN

Rustling into my life

these leaves fall softly making

hardly any noise...

some bearing happiness

others grief

some elation

some disbelief

only one thing binding common

to them all

is their death

moments enshrined forever

fossilised

and there until

they are raked away

by our sense and sensibility

and life goes on....

or does it...?

~Raj~

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