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.
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