Final Hour Poem by Paul Storm
Final Hour
how many falling
leaves of faded summer
glories crackling under
your bare feet
cradling the next
will it take my friend?
i have defeated you
with the breath of a child
striking this final hour
and you know too well
there are no more
places to walk
except for us to
leave these leaves
for summer is gone
Love this one, Nomi, especially 'i have defeated you/ with a breath of a child'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 8:24:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A nice composition. The symbolism it thought provoking.