An Ordinary Day In Late Autumn Poem by hassan dawut

An Ordinary Day In Late Autumn

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Cold sky drives me out
I decadently trample the withered leaves
And say to the bare trees:
My days are meaningful

Empty park drives me out
I mock the dust-covered benches
and the curvy trails lying in despair
and say to the flowers in their last breath:
My days are meaningful

A man who measures the time with his feet
Stomps my extending shadow and passes me by
With my bleeding heart
I try to transcend the sun and say:
My days are meaningful

Yet the trees keep standing tall with strange hope
The flowers keep swinging in meaningless manner
The sun keeps wandering with boring constant
And I feel like going up to the highest peek
Just to let myself fall from it

Sunday, December 19, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn
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