The water falls With the fallen leaves Which make no sound As the season spells fall. They flow together As the stream flows To sink in the bed of beauty Steered by the scream of streams.
As autumn (season of fall) arrives in one’s life, at times, they (leaves) surrender to the closest cascade (waterfall) silently with no choice, even after which the unfulfilled memories follow the time’s (stream’s) flow to the bed (death) at the end of one’s beautiful life that would have been lived with the desired content and joy (screams).
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This is so marvellous Anisha. Bravo!
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Thanks so much, Ishita!
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Oh wow. I loved the metaphors and the depth of this. Beautifully written, Anisha
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I’m pleased to know that. Thanks, Shweta! (:
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You are most welcome, Anisha ❤🤗😊
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Beautiful dear. I am loving this ❤️❤️
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Thank you very much, Offshore Writer! 🤗
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Phenomenal poem and excellent explanation. Was such a delightful read! 👌
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I’m glad that you enjoyed the read. Thank you, Sahana! 😀
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Lovely. Fall is my favourite season 😄
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Thank you, Kim! 🙂
That’s great. Fall provides wonderful scenery and deep insights.
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This is so beautiful!
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Thank you very much! (:
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Beautiful poetry and picture
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Thanks a lot! I welcome your compliment. (:
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It’s a pleasure 💖
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Nice…
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Thank you!
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