decaying leaves…


Its consciously seen

when leaves begin to decay

off a lousy tree,

the scent of death crawls

up its tied up branches and all that left

is a speechless soul that only 

cries to be hard.

Divide the sobbing feelings,

let loose the dropping temper

of total submission and foolishness.

This calls for a celebration,

when the heart pounds every ounce of pain,

this calls for a mighty feast

that calls the soul to great isolation.

but Hope comes to set me free,

Love comes down

and I am ready to fly. 

By Naturhyme


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