how would you
catalog me
in which shelf
in what part
of your heart
would you keep
till i depart
once i am gone
ill be dead
like many flowers
you've smelled
before i dwelled
but alive
they are still
in those letters
of true love
and hot lust
from the youth
where lies
all trust
i am just
foliage of fall
all that's left
to cover you all
while memories
of spring
is what one
wants
nalini
Beautifully crafted. Thanks for shoring. Thanks for sharing. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH. Kingsley Egbukole
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'i am just foliage of fall' - a simple line, loaded with sadness!