Leaves fly the wind across my way
Like dreams brought dry on sorrowed dew;
As night strikes vibrance from the day,
These souls the trail led hard astray;
That love was far too fond to fill
The dawn of passions - loath to stay:
The hours shorten day by day,
In silent lonelyness's chill.
wow. A most enchanting write, I could really feel this one. Amanda
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed this one quite a lot as well...pen on!