Autumn leaves float <br />in the morning breeze <br />giving percussions to <br />chirping birds. <br />Cotton wool flies in the fog <br />blending with the mist <br /> <br />There you see a lad <br />corner in the down town <br />with torn linen <br />seated knees flexed <br />head resting on knees <br /> <br />Virgin rays brings warmth <br />yet being destroyed <br />By winter breeze <br />The chest wall has no move <br />ventricles in asystole <br />skin has run dry <br />tears freeze corner of eyes. <br /> <br />The wind blown from the history <br />Brought him to the future. <br />Hope! <br />It would be delightful departure <br />goodbye to the 'life'.<br /><br />Kolitha Lelwala<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/departure-25/
