I have seen the astounding night
Changing into a mysterious one
When the fall comes
With all its might
And,
As the wind passes by me
I walked
onto the dead leaves
Trampling them
I heard the wind and rustles
singing in my ears
Whispering their struggles
One by one
And before walking further
I found my reflection in
Them
In Their voices and in their fall
And an unending desire to
Stay tall
Even though there is nothing worth seeing
In this deserted place
But i was still not able
To replace
Cause it was always able
To embrace
The tears that remind me
I was never the first in race
When I felt my heart
Not beating in pace
I looked at the tree to
Find a trace
A trace that there will
Be a blossom soon
For a dark night
A glowing moon
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Wildflower
Poetry||Wattpad featured|| WILDFLOWER. a flower of an uncultivated variety or a flower growing freely without human intervention. "Like a wildflower, she spent her days Allowing herself to grow .Not many people knew her struggle But eventually all knew...
