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Fallen Leaves and Darkened Dreams
Fallen leaves scatter
beneath a faded sky,
Whispers of darkened dreams,
abandoned and lost.
Silent sorrow lingers,
like smoke in the air,
Obscuring the path
that once held hope.
The world spins on,
indifferent to the ache,
As time unwinds
its unwavering grip.
Memories falter,
fade into the abyss,
Shadows of what was,
dissolved in the mist.
Where do they go,
those fallen dreams?
Do they wilt and wither,
cast aside like autumn's debris?
Or do they drift,
weightless and ethereal,
Lost in the realm
of the intangible?
In the silence, I stand,
a solitary figure,
Embedded in the realm
of absence and presence.
Haunted by the echoes
of what could have been,
Seeking solace in the faded
hues of yesteryears.
Yet, amidst the debris,
a flicker of light,
A whispered reminder:
life's perpetual dance.
In the depths of the darkness,
uncertainty thrives,
But hope, ever resilient,
finds its way back.
So I gather the fallen leaves,
piece by piece,
And in their frailty,
find strength to persist.
For within the dusk,
a glimmer remains,
A testament to our resilience
to begin again.
© Brian C. Jobe
beneath a faded sky,
Whispers of darkened dreams,
abandoned and lost.
Silent sorrow lingers,
like smoke in the air,
Obscuring the path
that once held hope.
The world spins on,
indifferent to the ache,
As time unwinds
its unwavering grip.
Memories falter,
fade into the abyss,
Shadows of what was,
dissolved in the mist.
Where do they go,
those fallen dreams?
Do they wilt and wither,
cast aside like autumn's debris?
Or do they drift,
weightless and ethereal,
Lost in the realm
of the intangible?
In the silence, I stand,
a solitary figure,
Embedded in the realm
of absence and presence.
Haunted by the echoes
of what could have been,
Seeking solace in the faded
hues of yesteryears.
Yet, amidst the debris,
a flicker of light,
A whispered reminder:
life's perpetual dance.
In the depths of the darkness,
uncertainty thrives,
But hope, ever resilient,
finds its way back.
So I gather the fallen leaves,
piece by piece,
And in their frailty,
find strength to persist.
For within the dusk,
a glimmer remains,
A testament to our resilience
to begin again.
© Brian C. Jobe
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