Autumn Leaves

October is coming to an end,

The leaves are starting to fall,

I could hear them rustling under my feet,

As I walked along the lonely boulevard.

The sky has turned mellow,

With the shades of the dying sun.

The wind has lost its warmth,

Before reaching the Hills of Caisson.

I could hear the blue Cuckoo,

Sitting on a naked tree,

Singing her heart out for she could see,

The winter was on the brink of the precipice.

I sat on an empty bench,

Thinking, this serenity too shall end,

But whenever I walk down this avenue again,

It shall always bring me back to the perennial grace of the brittle Autumn leaves,

Falling upon me, on a placid October’s Eve.

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