Summer’s End

It came

quietly

like  a gentle breeze

in the crimson sky

that touched the leaves

with a drop of red

like sweet whispers

walking on cool sand

of memories built

in little tokens

as we watch the green fade

and the petals fall

on the meadows forgotten

paying tribute,

to summer’s end.

 

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Quiet

You did not hear the quiet sound

of the beating heart

and got lost in your own words

missing the passion

of the eyes

you stared at the skies

for answers.