Leaves of the Fall

Disowned from my roots

Frail and feeble,

I trembled in the cold winds.

From the murky drains,

To the river -

Drowning deep.

Gushed out by the torment currents,

Hit now and then by rocks -

Pierced by the malevolent shower,

I reached the calm sea.

Wounded by the brackish waters,

I fought each wave,

Climbed onto the other

Gasping for breath -

I made it to the shore.

There were clouds hanging low,

And in the warmth of the sand,

I basked in the afternoon sun.

A gentle hand,

Carefully lifted me.

Dusted and washed,

She slipped me in a diary.

It smelt tangerine.

There were fairies and stories,

Kisses and tears,

I could hear laughter.

Some desires settled in footnotes

Dreams all over -

Some in bold, some scribbled.

Beautiful signatures and traces of solitary.

Each day she flipped through pages

Inked some stories.

A withered leaf,

Bookmarked each day of life.