An autumn breeze
in the midnight air.
The moon illuminates
another written chapter.
Songs of a summer
where the tender heart grieves.
Yearning to move on.
Like leaves of the trees,
praying for change,
a season to lift the pain.
Amidst the reds and yellows
is a reminder of innocence.
A heart once joyous,
not yet hardened by resentments.
A childlike wonder lingers,
though lost in the lens of perception.
Are the broken worthy
of finding redemption?
While love feels lost,
what if we search for it
where the mind tends to wander?
Is it there we reclaim our power,
or do we prevent the wounds
from becoming scars
in the darkest hour?
Picking the last sunflower,
we pull at its roots
and soon it’ll die.
But if we let it be,
allowing beauty to survive,
it, too, will follow
a natural cycle of life.
Answers live within questions,
only if we dare to see.
The truth will break you down,
but first, you must bow
at the river bank of reflection.
What do you see?
Your eyes tell the story
of a soul who’s forgotten
the love within their heart.
So have the courage
to start again.
Take my hand.
We don’t have to pretend
it’s been a summer of sunshine,
but the self-pity must stay behind.
From ashes of the past,
like a phoenix, you can rise.
Let the autumn breeze
speak in a language beyond words.
It sings a song, a reminder:
remember who you are.
A season of awakening,
here now, waiting
for you to come home.
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