A mute surrender to fate
No bitterness, no rage
Voiceless wait for sunrise
On cold, lonely nights
Is that the only choice?
I hear the breeze wind its way
Through the bare twisted twigs
And the rustle of the fallen leaves
Dead for all the color in them
Manifesting the treachery of seasons
And the brevity of youth
The whispers, the sighs
Cease not as the wind passes on
But questions remain questions
Bemoaning the eternity of their existence
Autumn Thoughts-2
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