Sometimes
I’m a fragile autumn leaf
Blowing through your city
And crumbling at your door.
Theirs is nothing
I can do anymore
To change who I am
Or to alter how I feel,
To disguise my face
Or conceal my tears.
I’ve only lived
To write a few poems
And to walk the streets
That witnessed our love.
When these limited days
Have vanished
Like a waking dream,
My sad voice
Will still be heard.
I hope you listen.
sad fact penned with beautiful imageries! truely you capturing beayty and truth as stated in biogra... 10+
The lead in to the poem with the first stanza is stunning as the imagery of the leaf is captivating and you have written a lovely poem. 10 love Karin
i fill you frustration, trying to get someone to listen.........
Very eloquent. Those autumn leaves will whisper about all the poets that have mattered in this world. They know your name.10/10 Kind wishes, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
even if she doesn't, others have and will.....it is not for naught......