autumn conceals a stillness
written in glimmering stardust
across the shadow of the moon
scribed in the language of harvest
recited by every frost-blue breeze
hidden in the hollow spaces
between hushed leaf-drop whispers —
ripened silences of sweet nothings
passed between autumn’s lips
and the waiting forest floor
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 12:10 PM UTC
autumn conceals a stillness
written in glimmering stardust
across the shadow of the moon
scribed in the language of harvest
recited by every frost-blue breeze
hidden in the hollow spaces
between hushed leaf-drop whispers —
ripened silences of sweet nothings
passed between autumn’s lips
and the waiting forest floor
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