My heart's land is strewn with yellow leaves
Fallen from the heights of dreams
The wind whistles through the emptiness
Biting, stinging the faint flesh
I sink and sink into an autumn abyss
Hearing the moans of the trampled leaves
The feet stamp hard on my heart
And trees are shedding, shedding my dreams
Through the emptiness! ! Wirh the muse of nature. Nice work.
Withering leaves and withered dreams! How well you have associated your melancholy stricken heart and the fading dreams with the Fall. From the autumn abyss you can fly straight to vernal heights! Very effective images are used in the poem.
There is spring waiting, let the leaves of pain shed and let the soul cry it's heart...come spring your heart is rejuvenated with new life and new deams. touchy poem.10+++
Sad but true, fall yet raised, Life and death..... Amusing poem, indeed....10+++
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I sink and sink into an autumn abyss Hearing the moans of the trampled leaves The feet stamp hard on my heart And trees are shedding, shedding my dreams..........touching expression with lovely theme. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.