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Last Walk Down That Lane

By Pranitha R


Colors of yellow, orange, red and brown

The wind blew and they all flew down

To my feet where they met my black velvet boots

Walking through the lane of halloween shoots

The wind cold yet comfortable

The leaves withering slow and stable

The thick red carpet on my way, underneath my feet

While me and my long lost-self meet

The cute little home by the sidewalk

A spring with a puppy face on the tree bark

People passed by me for many reasons

I smiled at them, greeted and felt the best season

The sparkling lights from the downtown got brighter

And I kept walking, feeling closer

Closer to myself

The pretty town after that dreamy walk

That’s exactly what I talk

The quiet city that my soft brown eyes trace

As my longing heart calmly pace

With the moment that brought me back alive


It was the final days of fall

The sky clear and trees tall

I picked up my dreams, hopes and memories all the way

Through my last walk down that lane.


By Pranitha R


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