ISOLATED SOUL
Amrapali R
Crisp breeze rushed
Through the leaves
Descending from the trees
For it was a sign of nature
That everything must come to an end
Kneeling down on the ground
Covered in autumn leaves
Trying to resist the tear
Rolling down my cheek
Giving me the sting
From the bitterness of life
As I ran my hand on the stone
Feeling the engraved words
I was trailed back
To the memory lane
My fingers could feel
The warmth of this presence
For his grave was the place
Where I didn't feel isolated
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