Poetry, Quill


All my tears withered,

like the leaves in the tree,

in my backyard,

That radiant tree,

lost it’s hue,

like I lost the flamboyant smile,

I used to carry on my face,


it sways in the breeze,

like I dance in the moment,

it was the autumn of my life,


the spring is approaching.

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