The Last Dry Leaf fell,
Along with the last good bye.
Memories will now be sealed,
Insideย the deepest of solitude.
The Last Dry Leaf fell,
Giving way to a fleeted ending.
A cacophony of laughter,
And tears dwell in lingering thoughts.
The Last Dry Leaf fell,
Strangers will go back to being strangers.
The words exchanged,
Will merely retain their value.
The Last Dry Leaf fell,
Along with every hope collected.
The fortunate didn’t seem fortunate enough,
While the future didnโt seem bright enough.
The Last Dry Leaf fell,
With nothing gained or lost.
Only will the soul deep inside know,
The familiarity of the usual.
Take care
From the not so-
Purrfectgirl.
Fall seems to be everyone’s favourite topic! ๐
True that ๐
Nicely written ๐
Thank you so much ๐
The last dry leaf fell, with nothing gained or lost.. Ultimate truth of life…
Well drafted…!!!๐
That’s one of my favourite lines too ๐
Thanks for your time.
Wow this was absolutely amazing! You evoke such beautiful imagery about fall and humanity through your choice of words. Truly incredible.
This comment made me smile from ear to ear! This poem is really close to my heart, and I am glad you enjoyed reading it ๐