Leaves fall in my face
Ginger and yellow drops
Of Autumn goodness
And I feel orange
Like pumpkin pies and
Warm fires and jelly beans
The world is dying and
It seems to want to
And I seem to want to
Along with it
To be born anew in Spring
Green to the world
Forgetting all my experiences
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem