The leaves fall like autumn ashes.
Pine needles pierce a crimson sky,
and the rain tinges my lashes.
The leaves fall like autumn ashes
in the throes of silver flashes,
echoes of dreams that passed me by.
The leaves fall like autumn ashes.
Pine needles pierce a crimson sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very impressive write, Linda Marie. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.