leaves falls,memories fades,
living on, covering haze.
finishing off, all a haste,
unknown to the branches,
the leaves rustles.
feelings gone,emotions untouched.
going on,ignorant blaze.
unfolded meaning,cherished trace,
its ok because its warm even if its in a maze.
times like these,challenging phrase,
gone are the days,replaced by shades.
is it worthy of what it deserves to be praised?
should it be forgotten,or should it be left to laced.
if time was to tick,and all is being held just to gazed,
acceptance of all should just be replaced.
Nothing is unspoken, neither it is untraced,
its all about taking the moment to be who u r and what to faced!
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