I fell by my tree mangled by an autumn's huff,
I had sailed through those early mighty storms
But weathered away in some days pouring rain,
As I could no longer be so strong,
For all my strength trickled away breath by breath.
I whined under the crackling of an unknown feet.
And another gust of wind just tossed me aside.
Before the last of me bled into the ground,
A blooming spring flashed by my mind,
I dreamt the heights that are clean and free,
Where the lonely eagles soar and fly,
I dreamt to fly in those deep blue skies,
Where the air is sweet and cold.
I was destined not to die,
But to steer in the winds that are swift and strong.
I was destined not to die or to dry,
But to hover like a majestic kite
Spreading her untiring wings across,
I was destined not to die or to dry,
In that pit of vanquished dreams.
Now let me just sweep and fly,
To a land of a timeless springs
Where no leaf would fall by their tree.
I like the sense, the cleannes of air, blue sky and I already felt a fly in sweet cold air
I made a revisit today. Loved reading it again. Great, I felt.
Leaf leaves long lasting impression...so is your beautiful poem...
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is fabulous piece of poetry! I admire your adorable style of penning! My great pleasure reading this beautiful poem time and again!
Thank you dear Sir for the time taken to read it and give constructive comments. Value that a lot.