By Choitalyk Ruman
The swing of seasons no longer makes me ponder,
I’ve learned to read the glow of pearls, to truly wonder.
Golden fire dances on the leaves, the breeze wears a muted smile,
The weary sun drifts across the sky, resting quietly awhile.
I walk along the paths of fallen leaves, time crunching beneath my feet,
The heart whispers—let go of all accounts, just hear the wind’s soft beat.
Dust has settled on old mistakes, yet a tender longing remains,
Like fallen flowers, memories linger, scenting the air with gentle pains.
No fear lingers now, seasons always come and go,
New colors, new life, autumn’s chest still holds hope’s glow.
Not the swing of seasons, but the play of light and shade I see,
In the glow of pearls, I find life, subtle, yet full of glee.
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