The leaves of Fall...
Bids welcome to Winter's call.
Those bone chilling winds...
Sends swirling windsome leaves that twirl and spin and align not of me.
Be'stilling feelings on me of emptying head's visual frames of one-oh so reeling and dizzying...
Freezement of emotions release their hold on me.
Bitterment of heart clings to thee as if hatred and dissent...
Have grown by thee.
Resentment of one once loved so well...
Like North's wind of Winter to heart doth chill, not inflame
thyself's heart to warmly by pride to shout to all and ne'er tell.
Regret of thy once loved heart...
Leaves and diminishes to us to forlornly-by sadness-depart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seasons and Romances are convertable metaphors, if you think aboit it....Come & Go with an essence about it & a sudden Change of Heart, when least expected...A job well done, M.J.G.''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR(10)