An artist’s requiem
The autumn leaves
Looking for a gentle fall
Breaking free to leave
Hoping the earth to soften the fall
As the wind blows it to wilderness
Mind clear, nothing rancorous
The bucket list nearly exhausted
With no time for what remained
Let me not fall in the hands of a musketeer
But break free of the puppeteer
Mellowed like an autumn leaf
To land in colors of gold and yellow
I have witnessed the foliage fall
Like an artist’s requiem to the falling leaves
The beauty preserved even in the fall
No wishes or desires before I leave
I desire, if at all, to fall like autumn leaves
Into the arms of my dear ones as I leave
Looking for a gentle fall
Breaking free to leave
Hoping the earth to soften the fall
As the wind blows it to wilderness
Mind clear, nothing rancorous
With no time for what remained
Let me not fall in the hands of a musketeer
But break free of the puppeteer
Mellowed like an autumn leaf
To land in colors of gold and yellow
Like an artist’s requiem to the falling leaves
The beauty preserved even in the fall
No wishes or desires before I leave
I desire, if at all, to fall like autumn leaves
Into the arms of my dear ones as I leave
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