The dry leaves fallen on the ground,
Simmers down his old memories.
Just like the designs formed in water,
Resurrect his reflected past.
He walks near the shore
On the footprints that once led his life
Scattered now like the branches of the tree.
He gazes at the halo of the sun which has created a
crescent of beautiful colours in the sky
Wishing for the rainbow in his life, he drowns
himself in oblivion
Watching the hues of his wishes accompanied by his
dreams pass along silently with the breeze.
Copyright ©2015 by Elvira Lobo- Its My Life
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