The fallen leaves

stagnant air, humid, stuffy,

No wind for at least a week,

The fallen leaves wait,

Wait for what?

No one knows.

Maybe waiting to be swept away,

But they won't,

Walking outside,

Feels like honey covers you ,

As you struggle to pull your feet,

And take steps,

The sun raises the air in the distance,

But even the mirage, is too lazy,

The blue of the sky, taunt,

The air-conditioning cloggs and freeze,

Eyelids close in the middle of traffic,

And everywhere ,

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

In a total lack of conviction.