It’s hard to stand when the shadows are tired
And the eyes bleed tears.
It’s usual that trees grow old for the season
Giving out fruits just like I do.
So, before pushing a rose into your Garden
and completing this Octave,
I need to ask, but don’t answer.
Will a Goodbye get me closer to you?
Will hope save me from lies?
Will the darkness writhing in my words steer away?
In this darkness,
My feet find its way to you.
It will take a lifetime to realize failed love
And the other side
is not the right place to learn this.
So, this tree battling
Winds of the dusk,
Losing every last leaf,
Standing in its own shadow, alone,
For it has seen all the
Shades of Clouds and People.
Grey and Black,
Wounded and Victorious,
White and wine,
Sober and the kissed.
Waiting for the winter
It could fathom out that,
The only problem with love is,
We are humans.
– just Barath (C)
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Epilogue- An Epilogue to Autumn
Winter is Coming Soon..