Let it rain memories,
Of autumn leaves,
Of the dead, but not
Forgotten past.
It is these memories
That makes up this life,
Which no one can predict
How long it would last.
Sometimes it brings
Smiles to the lips,
Ssometimes tears
to the eyes,
Reminding us the events
of the foregone past.
People who had come
to stay,
While those who walked
Away.
Like autumn leaves that
One sweeps,
But the wind brings
them back.
Memories are in our heart,
not mind,
They follow us like
our Shadow Behind.
Autumn Leaves they enhance our lives...... Incomplete without them Treasures cherished........in every poet's heart......these words come to mind as my eyes treasure your verse....................reading it twice
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I enjoyed Autumn Leaves.. visualizing your words as my own memories crept in. Thank you.. I feel warm with content!