Last Fall

So here’s to the seasonal shift, to the wisdom that won’t fade. The truth in the thread of understanding & being understood, that we shall weave all over the world.

Leaves were falling, 

drifting down,

Whispers in the evening, 

a quiet sound.

We walked the paths,

where the light glowed up,

Every value we shared, 

Every seed of creativity we sowed up.

Oh, last fall, when everything felt alright,

but friction still hung around, 

it got things stuck so long.

Underneath the twilight,

 we keep pondering about.

Memories like colors mixed around,

I could still listen to those inner voices,

even though another seasonal shift came around.

Crisp air wrapped around us, 

problems like a puzzle unsolved.

We carved our art in those argumenta pieces.

Seasons change, but the echoes remain,

Passing through the shadows, 

walking in the storm.

Time moves on, 

but I’ll never forget,

The moments make me tearful, 

things felt so tough. 

In the rustle of leaves, 

in the chill of the breeze,

but there are still those creative sparks,

shining up the dark night.

So here’s to the seasonal shift, 

to the wisdom that won’t fade,

The truth in the thread of understanding & being understood,

 that we shall weave all over the world.

Though last fall has passed, 

I still feel lots of things unusual. 

Listen to the nature echoes

A piece of change can be made this autumn. 

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