They are just like dried leaves
falling from the strong branches
like tears from my eyes
lying on the ground
scattered all around
waiting to be thrown
oh! they are overgrown
they run with the breeze and the storm
when burnt, gives the warmth
they are supposed to fall
like the leaf of that tree, so tall
because with every fallen leave
comes a new one
with every bad fallen memory
we have something more to learn
they are washed away with the rain
like tears wash
the memorable pain.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really a nice poetryy.......... good job....... i also invite u to read mine........