Q u i d a m

Death whispers aloud

[ Trigger warning ]

The gusting wind appears,
in this forlorn garden, the sun fades
when the sky turned crimson red
the birds are in a rush
I'm sitting in the branches.

In the falls, the leaves fall
in the spring, they sprout
maybe just like them,
he was bound to go.

He breathed in my arms,
whispered —'we shall meet again.'
perhaps, it's true since I know
my time is getting over too.

At taking the first beat,
it's always decided, there's an end
of it — in the near future.
Time hurried, memories gained.

With the vintage aroma,
every moment has passed,
some in a sweet grapes,
some with savoury spices.

In the mist of mobbing, we forget
there's someone, waiting at the door
when the heath gets tired,
in their last, it knows —'it's the hour.'

He's gone, leaving the traces
It was him, this fall.
I can't pretend, I wouldn't be
its prey, when it whispers
'You would be the next.'

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