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Poetry

Autumn Whispers

Aditi Mishra

September tendrils crept in
when I was drowning again,
peeking from the windowpane
of my mind into my heart.
Afraid, I picked up a Maple leaf
with withering blades, reminiscing
ferocious storms in the journey.
Trampled patches of scars
residing in grey melancholic veins
with broken dreams embedded
somewhere in the midrib.

It tried to wash them off with
crescent wisps on rolling stones,
burning in bubbling embers
but frayed memories oscillated
haunting frequencies on the riverside.
Sizzling jewels on moss thrones
redwood embellished withering fern
squeezed it to the last breath.
Look how haloed drops dispersed
anxieties afloat in paper boats of
spiral dreams in breeding-box valley.

It floated to the surface
gleaming in moist droplets,
lustrous blue humming rivulets
wrote velvet songs with fiery twigs
on the pier of echoing October.
My tender soul on bridge longed
to melt with iridescent nights.
November will bury me with love
in tunnels of moistened birch.
The leaf and I, will turn our veins
into wings of a rising Phoenix,
to be reborn in golden sequins
on white tender nights in December.

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