The leaves gently falling
from my tree of life
each tells a story
of what was once
between us in this
game called love
seen through the mist of time
each holds a memory dear
of you and I whilst
the sun was near
Softly, so softly
the leaves of memories fall
in the autumn of my life
colourful, beautiful
memories of you
the one that I love
I will bend me down
to gather them all
hold them close
to my heart till
death us do part
The leaves gently falling
from my tree of life
each tells a story
of what was once
between us in this
game called love
seen through the mist of time
each holds a memory dear
of you and I whilst
the sun was near..
Element of love, leaf, the nature of sort signifies a great account of how love can relate to those faling leaves, like a gesture of a good companion.Well writes Mahdokt! ! !
This poem made me remember so times that passed. Really a great piece of poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a very beautiful poem you wrote from the heart. Memories never die they are always alive in our heart. Nice work! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !