Amidst the Solemn Silence
AMIDST THE SOLEMN SILENCE
Amidst the solemn silence
Of an Autumn evening,
I hear the whispering breeze
Lamenting words of solitude;
Its voice haunting my soul.
With a sigh of anguish,
I exhale the long, imprisoned
Air of a melancholy past.
Its emancipation lifting traces
Of knowing and remembering
From my shadowed existence.
I stroll along this barren road,
Feeling artic fingers of the wind
Rub against my naked face,
Piercing my flesh. I shiver
As they shoot down my spine.
I continue along this barren road,
As the falling leaves, contaminated
With fire and gold, are swept
By the wind. I watch them
Twirl and dance with euphoria.
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