Silent golden leaves fall
Can you hear them sing?
Can you hear their cry?
On the ground they mourn
Their young days
Their lost Hopes and Dreams
Then the rain comes
To wash them all away
To clean the Earth
Old proud trees observe
Dwelling with their own memories
Of a long forgotten past
Quietly they bleed
In pain for the loss
And the sudden solitude
"You have to embrace your inner Freak!"
4 comentários:
Nice poem... autumn leaves always get me nostalgic and their colours always get me cheerful.
Salutalunations
*whispers*
autumn's been and gone, dear. it's winter now!
Meh you need to get back into posting spirit
If the water shall clean the leaves... then the leaves shouldn't fall... thair as part of the tree as the branches are...
see ya ^^
p.s. ---> loved the blog =)
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