Leaving Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
Leaving
Leave me slowly,
when my face
is turned to light,
away from sky dark
snowflakes falling,
as the calling
of early morning
silently beckons
with its cold
embrace, when
you leave
to go where
I believe
you should,
as the last season
closes inside me
and freedom
walks with you
to gather flowers
in a warm Spring.
this poem is pleasant and warm..so soothing..great poem! !
a joyous write to read......walks with you together flower in a wam spring. Thank you for your sharing.
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I would like to translate this poem
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There are many kinds of leavings. Which one, I wonder, was this? N
I wonder myself sometimes. It helps the imagination..Thanks for your interest. Best regards.... Sally