Autumn's Grace Poem by Marieta Maglas

The autumn's dream may keep its dying grace
With flecks of bleeding leaves, all dressed in yellow.
The cold wind's scorch may wither the green space,
When the sweet fruits a bit more need to mellow.


When autumn's tear on every leaf perceives
The cold wind which scorches the green so cruelly,
The sad shade of the bleeding yellow leaves
May meet the whole wet world' ground, calm and coolly.


The autumn's red may silence the bird's voice,
When the shivers of the tree the rain embrace.
Then, nature hides having no other choice,
When the winter slowly comes to show her face.


The rainbow appears as a belt of weaves,
The rest of life begins to flow in the light.
The wind dances on the shivering leaves.
The lake's reflection steals the sun's delight.




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