Wrinkled and dry
So light you start to fly
On a beautiful sunrise
settled on the ground you realize
It's your turn to be blown into heaps
And none there to weep
Not knowing your worth
When you start cursing your birth
Rustle and bustle of peers
So loud, heard in your ears
Tomorrow which turns into silent moan
Chilled twigs sway all alone
But in every heart you are alive
Yes you survived.
Lovely lines of the season..good one autumn again thanks long tyme no sea
A well penned poem. Truly marvelous and splendid...5 stars*****
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is quite simply wonderful poetry Rini. QtR