by Hannah from India.

Silence, still. Without a blare;
Visions clear, yet reflected;
Paths defined, fading in distance.

The walls turned pale;
While the profound shadows gloomed.

The final dance of the autumn leaves;
Cutting across the streams of wind;
Breathless on the very same dust;
Where once she stood embraced.

Resonant whistles of the mighty winds;
Lost in direction, swirling in the deep;
Echoes survived, the cardinal chimes didn’t.