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#fall
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#fall
#spring
#morning #night
#morning #night
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We be mere autumn leaves
Autumn leaves falling in drifts
Flying with the will of the wind
The brown confetti from the trees
Fall aimless to the ground
You will be as them
Old brown and discarded
To the ground you go
And be interred
Flying with the will of the wind
The brown confetti from the trees
Fall aimless to the ground
You will be as them
Old brown and discarded
To the ground you go
And be interred
#earth
#fall
#emptiness
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We be mere autumn leaves
Autumn leaves falling in drifts
Flying with the will of the wind
The brown confetti from the trees
Fall aimless to the ground
You will be as them
Old brown and discarded
To the ground you go
And be interred
Flying with the will of the wind
The brown confetti from the trees
Fall aimless to the ground
You will be as them
Old brown and discarded
To the ground you go
And be interred
#earth
#fall
#emptiness
841 reads
4 Comments
We be mere autumn leaves
Autumn leaves falling in drifts
Flying with the will of the wind
The brown confetti from the trees
Fall aimless to the ground
You will be as them
Old brown and discarded
To the ground you go
And be interred
Flying with the will of the wind
The brown confetti from the trees
Fall aimless to the ground
You will be as them
Old brown and discarded
To the ground you go
And be interred
#earth
#fall
#emptiness
841 reads
4 Comments
An Ordinary Day In Late Autumn
Cold sky drives me out
I decadently trample the withered leaves
And say to the bare trees:
My days are meaningful
Empty park drives me out
I mock the dust-covered benches
and the curvy trails lying in despair
and say to the flowers in their last breath:
My days are meaningful
A man who measures the time with his feet
Stomps my extending shadow and passes me by
With my bleeding heart
I try to transcend the sun and say:
My days are meaningful
Yet the trees keep standing tall with strange hope
The...
I decadently trample the withered leaves
And say to the bare trees:
My days are meaningful
Empty park drives me out
I mock the dust-covered benches
and the curvy trails lying in despair
and say to the flowers in their last breath:
My days are meaningful
A man who measures the time with his feet
Stomps my extending shadow and passes me by
With my bleeding heart
I try to transcend the sun and say:
My days are meaningful
Yet the trees keep standing tall with strange hope
The...
#fall
#emptiness
#SelfDiscovery
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3 Comments
An Ordinary Day In Late Autumn
Cold sky drives me out
I decadently trample the withered leaves
And say to the bare trees:
My days are meaningful
Empty park drives me out
I mock the dust-covered benches
and the curvy trails lying in despair
and say to the flowers in their last breath:
My days are meaningful
A man who measures the time with his feet
Stomps my extending shadow and passes me by
With my bleeding heart
I try to transcend the sun and say:
My days are meaningful
Yet the trees keep standing tall with strange hope
The...
I decadently trample the withered leaves
And say to the bare trees:
My days are meaningful
Empty park drives me out
I mock the dust-covered benches
and the curvy trails lying in despair
and say to the flowers in their last breath:
My days are meaningful
A man who measures the time with his feet
Stomps my extending shadow and passes me by
With my bleeding heart
I try to transcend the sun and say:
My days are meaningful
Yet the trees keep standing tall with strange hope
The...
#fall
#emptiness
#SelfDiscovery
443 reads
3 Comments
An Ordinary Day In Late Autumn
Cold sky drives me out
I decadently trample the withered leaves
And say to the bare trees:
My days are meaningful
Empty park drives me out
I mock the dust-covered benches
and the curvy trails lying in despair
and say to the flowers in their last breath:
My days are meaningful
A man who measures the time with his feet
Stomps my extending shadow and passes me by
With my bleeding heart
I try to transcend the sun and say:
My days are meaningful
Yet the trees keep standing tall with strange hope
The...
I decadently trample the withered leaves
And say to the bare trees:
My days are meaningful
Empty park drives me out
I mock the dust-covered benches
and the curvy trails lying in despair
and say to the flowers in their last breath:
My days are meaningful
A man who measures the time with his feet
Stomps my extending shadow and passes me by
With my bleeding heart
I try to transcend the sun and say:
My days are meaningful
Yet the trees keep standing tall with strange hope
The...
#fall
#emptiness
#SelfDiscovery
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3 Comments
Rustle of mists ascend ...
The whisper touches the skin, like a gentle wind,
the late evening shrinks to the point of contact,
cutting off a barely audible, restless moan from the lips,
and outside the window naked thin branches
stretch into the sky to the frosty twinkling stars -
autumn under the rustle of mists ascends to the throne ...
Still the heart melts with warmth, passion languishing,
gently shoulders glow dipped in his hands,
and no buckles restrictions, obstacles lips ...
heart breaks at the feet of the defeated bird, ...
the late evening shrinks to the point of contact,
cutting off a barely audible, restless moan from the lips,
and outside the window naked thin branches
stretch into the sky to the frosty twinkling stars -
autumn under the rustle of mists ascends to the throne ...
Still the heart melts with warmth, passion languishing,
gently shoulders glow dipped in his hands,
and no buckles restrictions, obstacles lips ...
heart breaks at the feet of the defeated bird, ...
#love
#trees
#fall #nature
#fall #nature
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28 Comments
Rustle of mists ascend ...
The whisper touches the skin, like a gentle wind,
the late evening shrinks to the point of contact,
cutting off a barely audible, restless moan from the lips,
and outside the window naked thin branches
stretch into the sky to the frosty twinkling stars -
autumn under the rustle of mists ascends to the throne ...
Still the heart melts with warmth, passion languishing,
gently shoulders glow dipped in his hands,
and no buckles restrictions, obstacles lips ...
heart breaks at the feet of the defeated bird, ...
the late evening shrinks to the point of contact,
cutting off a barely audible, restless moan from the lips,
and outside the window naked thin branches
stretch into the sky to the frosty twinkling stars -
autumn under the rustle of mists ascends to the throne ...
Still the heart melts with warmth, passion languishing,
gently shoulders glow dipped in his hands,
and no buckles restrictions, obstacles lips ...
heart breaks at the feet of the defeated bird, ...
#love
#trees
#fall #nature
#fall #nature
520 reads
28 Comments
Rustle of mists ascend ...
The whisper touches the skin, like a gentle wind,
the late evening shrinks to the point of contact,
cutting off a barely audible, restless moan from the lips,
and outside the window naked thin branches
stretch into the sky to the frosty twinkling stars -
autumn under the rustle of mists ascends to the throne ...
Still the heart melts with warmth, passion languishing,
gently shoulders glow dipped in his hands,
and no buckles restrictions, obstacles lips ...
heart breaks at the feet of the defeated bird, ...
the late evening shrinks to the point of contact,
cutting off a barely audible, restless moan from the lips,
and outside the window naked thin branches
stretch into the sky to the frosty twinkling stars -
autumn under the rustle of mists ascends to the throne ...
Still the heart melts with warmth, passion languishing,
gently shoulders glow dipped in his hands,
and no buckles restrictions, obstacles lips ...
heart breaks at the feet of the defeated bird, ...
#love
#trees
#fall #nature
#fall #nature
520 reads
28 Comments
Rustle of mists ascend ...
The whisper touches the skin, like a gentle wind,
the late evening shrinks to the point of contact,
cutting off a barely audible, restless moan from the lips,
and outside the window naked thin branches
stretch into the sky to the frosty twinkling stars -
autumn under the rustle of mists ascends to the throne ...
Still the heart melts with warmth, passion languishing,
gently shoulders glow dipped in his hands,
and no buckles restrictions, obstacles lips ...
heart breaks at the feet of the defeated bird, ...
the late evening shrinks to the point of contact,
cutting off a barely audible, restless moan from the lips,
and outside the window naked thin branches
stretch into the sky to the frosty twinkling stars -
autumn under the rustle of mists ascends to the throne ...
Still the heart melts with warmth, passion languishing,
gently shoulders glow dipped in his hands,
and no buckles restrictions, obstacles lips ...
heart breaks at the feet of the defeated bird, ...
#love
#trees
#fall #nature
#fall #nature
520 reads
28 Comments
maple leaves
at first,
just a
thought
of falling,
happy
now as
they lay,
unfaded,
but with
a whisper
from a
bitter wind,
it took
hands
that could
reach me
and
separated
us.
just a
thought
of falling,
happy
now as
they lay,
unfaded,
but with
a whisper
from a
bitter wind,
it took
hands
that could
reach me
and
separated
us.
#fall
#nature
#trees #wind
#trees #wind
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DU Poetry : Fall Published by Members Recently Online Poems