swansong
the dried ,scattered leaves
came to life
for the last time,
when the autumn wind
gently lifted them up
lending them soft wings,
the leaves danced
for the last time…
swirling
twirling
pirouetting
in a trance ,
dreaming the dreams
they once lived,
wistfully whistling
tune of old melodies,
the leaves breathed
for the last time…
in a sweet surrender
as they let go of the wind,
falling slowly
like whispers of love,
finally they meet their beloved-
earth,
kissing it for eternity,
experiencing the beauty of being alive
before they crumbled into
dust…











making a place to become green again being fertile soil… great write ❤️
Now that’s very good.🙏
Powerfully penned, Dreamz. An excellent write with vivid imagery my friend. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you.
Damian