Spoken Echoes of the Lost Leaf

In the crackling silence beneath a canopy of memory,
whispers entwine with the autumnal breath of lost paths.

When the wind spoke, did you listen? Each leaf, a vowel,
tempered by the gravity wells of emotions unspoken.
From forgotten notes of a once familiar song,
your name etched into the very marrow of twilight.

Strength and solitude could not bear the weight here,
where shadows breathe like old friends in gallant farewell.
Upon the edges of audacity, truth dangles,
as if daring the forgotten echoes to resound.