a rainy day song,
one by one the droplets fall
- on withering leaves
just another song,
for the autumn falling rain
- and old memories
in the game of time,
where everything is going
- footsteps drift apart
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in the game of time, where everything is going - footsteps drift apart Beautiful line dear poet. Thanks for sharing it with us. 10++