There are no leaves
that fall in desert
but the melancholy
of this autumn, bestows
falls, in the heart
of mine and yours
unseen by the world
and those around
the moments walk
over those dried
crumbling feelings
which tears held back
don't seem to narrate
nor do the pensive
eyes tell anyone a tale
My feelings for you exist
and yet they do not
my heart beat seek you
yet they remain far
they waits as the earth
waits for this autumn
for the leaves to fall
and merge in it again
as the desert waits for
clouds that will bring rain
my current being yearns
and yet it does not seek
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