Dead leaves collide under my footsteps
The sound they create make my pace slow down
While the wind takes away my sorrow
The sun gives me the feeling of joy once again.
My fingers slowly brush away the dead leaves
Discovering a box full of memories
The antique experiences make themselves present
An old photograph showing a portrait of love
A rusty wedding ring
The withered bloom covered with a gray ribbon
Remind me of a story never told
Through the years the rain washed away
All the dirt in which the box was covered
Leaving it naked and unprotected from the world
I close the lid and hide it once again
Protecting it with all the love of my heart
Time will take away all this memories
And soon the box will be nothing
The wind will get rid of the despair
As the sun will of hope
Time will judge
The process of closure
Because at the end,
We are nothing
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