Gray clouds gather
heavy with unspoken thoughts
as droplets fall
each one a memory
softly soaking the earth
the air thick with chill
whispers of change linger
trees stand bare
silhouetted against a muted sky
the world slows down
wrapped in a quiet stillness
where the heart reflects
finding beauty in the somber
In the gentle embrace of a season
that beckons us to pause
to feel, to breathe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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