When I turn to autumn leaves
And my bones, they turn to dust
You will walk upon me
Before The winter wind carries me
To be passed amongst the stars
Although the Milky Way wouldn't have me
Cause I never wore my royal crown
Never suffered quite as much
Your sanity, it was tethered to me
When you sang that Winter Song
The constellations passed me by
But the winter wind did not refuse
She carried me back upon the starry night
Just to see you again
And when you sang that Winter Song
I felt it just the same
Before I turned to autumn leaves
Before my bones, they turned to dust
Autumn that harvesting dead, a season for gathering..a season for movement, a matured season knocking door for spring a season of great hope the autumn and this poem is- Beautiful lines that reminds - means a prayer for the desire lest I should loose..the age, the breathing, the life the love thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fallen leaves, oh the fallen leaves, I belong to thee!