Faith

And thus fell every leaf,

In appreciation of her silence

The silence bestowed from her learnings,

Her lessons of pain and grief,

Of sorrow and disbelief

Of distrust and disgrace.

When she came to know

Everything that was hers

Was not hers to be known..

surrounded by the crowd

She would ever be alone

None of the wisdom could take her back

To the naivety she possessed.

Lost is the innocence, lost is the shine

Realisations remain,

Remains a wise shrine..

Author: thefinertasteoflife

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