An Autumn Soul. Poem by Luke Curcio
An Autumn Soul.
I saw you change. You with your failed ambitions.
Like a once green leaf, now dead by the coming of the cold.
Taken down by the wind, your search for family has cast you down.
Betrayed by want of love.
Men call this time of year, Autumn, but to me, I call you Fall.
There is not much we can do about change, people are like the seasons always changing. A great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 1:07:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
is this poem a kind of indictment btw? I like it but not sure about the authorial intention that's why...!
No, it is not. It can whatever you want it to be. Thats my intention.