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That time again
Leaves have fallen
Gathered and clustered
Curled in lane corners their
Lifeless backs to the curb
Still too slape
And limp to crunch
Lying and waiting as
Winter creeps closer
Night by night
In the darkening months.
Anshul Sharma May 2014
Black shining drape,
adorned by legion of jewels.
Calm soothing aroma,
leaves me agape.
As she dances with me,
I can feel her embrace.
My hands tremble to touch her,
her skin so slape.

Her bare presence and serene thoughts,
pulled me in a reverie.
I never felt so peaceful,
I never felt so sane.
Its been too long,
the moment will pass.
I wish I could seize it,
alas! nothing can remain.

I burn my dreams away,
just to stay with her.
But i see her fade away once again,
in the midst of a new dawn.

— The End —