a thousand leaves outlined.


Auburn and

coral streaks,


the ceaseless creasing of the morning seas.

Blazing sun turns amber pale

the smoke of silence strips the light from air.

She gasps for every breath she exhales,

Her soul in autumn’s melancholy dwells.

Luscious eyes

swirl from word to word.

Under the fog tinted fairy-trees,

She is what they call

A bluebird.

Trapped in flesh

Of incandescent grace

Blue even in the midst of

red fiery glace.


leaves wilt ’round her

smoulder gold.

Radiating the warmth

of summer old.

Gusts of wind pass gently by,

Stray of hair swirl o’er her eyes.

Annihilated in love

Her shivers she writes.

Crushed into their palms of toxicity

her screams she hides

As unfurled fingers curl,

Her dreams?

They collide.

Vaishnavi Parihar


2 Comments Add yours

  1. Profound. I love the gif of the leaves too! 😉

    Liked by 1 person

    1. SAUDADE says:

      I’m glad you liked it !
      Thank you so much for reading!
      Take care!


      Liked by 1 person

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