This is in response to Esther’s Weekly Word Prompt
This week’s Prompt: Leave/s
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The drift of leaves
In the autumn wind
The slow cadence through
Space that leaves no
Susseration of words unsaid
Yet the sky is fuddled by
A strange beckoning
A quiet whisper
Trills around
On trembling lips
To the callous breeze
To the broken trust
Of the barren twig
Just a harmless wish
A plaintive murmur
A stifled cry
Lost in the woods
By the roaring brook
Across the wild
It took the clouds
In shivering grip
A quivering plea,
“Just let us be by the
Blissful nest where
The mother bird feeds
The wailing chicks
Around the blushing
Blooms let’s rest
Hug us tight
Don’t let us go”
But the wind pays no
Heed but blows
Into their souls
Till no more
Remains to unfold
That sudden drop
On the face of earth
T’was destined though
Yet somewhere beyond
A little bird croons
A ditty so old
Echoes in the ruins
“Let us live…Let us live
In unshattered peace
Hug us tight…Take a vow to
Let us live…Let us live
Till eternity…Let not us go”
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A a beautiful poem Geeta
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Thank you so much Sadje
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You’re most welcome
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Lovely poem … Geeta ❤️
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Thank you so much Aparna
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That really is so beautiful 💕
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Thank you very much Esther
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Lovely poem, GC ❤️
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Thank you Tina
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You’re most welcome..
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A fine focus on the seasonal sounds
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Thank you very much Derrrick
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Gorgeous picture 👍
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Thank you very much
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