Lone road and scattered leaves,
Sound of footsteps,
I know it’s only me,
Walking where no one walks,
Even the leaves are lying dead on the grass.
I move on and ahead,
Lost somewhere,
The Leaves screaming,
Taking their leftover breaths under my ankle.
A smile is fixed on my lips,
Unbalanced, my steps,
I am drunk,
No alcohol but pain.
The pain that those leaves feel,
Pain of the road, lonely & deserted,
Same that dwells inside me,
Barren eyes but heart flooded.

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