Leaves On The Wind Poem by Viola Grey
Leaves On The Wind
I can't fall in love with a breeze,
never knowing which way
his hurricane will blow my heart,
as I'm already leaves on the wind.
Should I fall, gather me,
cradle gently seeds of my soul,
please don't sell them to the breeze.
What I really need is steady earth,
surely upon his own path,
there I can plant my feet
and safely grow blossoming leaves
of desired spring.
Then, should a heady breeze threaten me
his earth will take hold,
shelter me from scattering,
like leaves on the wind.
14/09/08
hey viola...its verey very good fantastic poetry there did it twice its a tenner cheers
a very captivating imagery of nature. thanks for sharing! Best wishes. A.
never knowing which way his hurricane will blow my heart this slavery we call love
My friend you have excelled yourself that is truely a lovely write more, more Chris 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/29/2026 2:39:12 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
WOW, Viola this is excellent...