rustle in air
weaves a music
as small breeze caress skin,
falling leaf is silent
yet foretells volumes behind.
a brook, running deer, passing clouds
voice musings,
into hearing ear
and vulnerable heart.
crimson red in west
foretells fondness of sky to earth.
adieu for short while
is a great weight
hearts can't bear
with all hues have silent decibels.




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