The plumes of breaths from Autumn’s chest,
Evoke the songs of yesteryears,
A medley dipped in rust and gold,
Entombed in spirit’s sable tract.
The icy gale, the faded leaves,
In wintry grey, the ardour grieves.
The grief has built a padded home,
The sounds of laughter wait forlorn,
The season only shifts in dreams,
Where you illume the inky scene.
My life is boxed within the past,
Where sorrows fled and joy did last.
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Moonmoon Chowdhury is an aspiring poet and writer. She writes to discern and chronicle her thoughts on various issues. Her work has been previously published in Borderless journal, Tell Me Your Story, A second cup of tea by The Hive Publishers, and many more.
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