Monday, October 18, 2010

Last Pain….

A hazy silence over the moors,
collecting like dregs of broken dreams.

My feet sink into the dead leaves,
and the last of the summer’s leaves
go flying through my soul,
like a flight of falling stars.

The last pain is ending...
in the delicate mist of the dawn.
And above the last of the partings,
the last of the leaves blow down.


Elisabeth said...

Beautiful imagery here, Nazia. Endings are always painful, including the seasonal ones.

Nazia Mallick said...

Thank you Elisabeth!

The solace is that endings give way to new beginnings.
And pain, no matter how intense, never lasts.

Basque-Land said...

Ah, the life cycle we are so fortunate to experience at so many levels. I can just feel those leaves flying through my soul. Thank you.

Nazia Mallick said...

Yes Rozanna!
Thank you very much.


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