Maple leaves are falling,
hitting the gray ground.
Autumn is fleeting…
but no one ever noticed.
The sky turned dark…
A street with no people,
silent prevails.
The creek pacifies itself,
The dull front porch is watching.
A face without a figure,
A body without power…
Every rock of the chair creeks,
The air is so still,
Tears touches the ground,
Tired eyes… Tired heart.
A sound of a voice,
Catching every word that utters.
Talking with nobody.
Confused?
Regretful?
Empty?
Husky breathing comes to an end,
Eyes were shut…
Maple leaves are falling,
hitting the gray ground.
Autumn is fleeting…
but no one ever noticed.
The sky turned dark…
A street with no people,
silent prevails.
The creek pacify itself,
The dull front porch is watching.
