All my days now resemble
The season of fallen leaves.
Frozen heart is suffering
From wrinkled emotions.
Hopes never stop trembling,
Fogs tend to serve blind eyes.
Sun is too icy to be true,
Reason of life feels grayish.
Blizzard of millions misery
Blowing down mellow dreams.
Emitting darkness of grief,
My season of fallen leaves.
Frozen heart is suffering! Nice work with the muse of love and life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I enjoyed reading this poem very much. Thank you for sharing..........10
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I would like to translate this poem
Blizzards of millions misery.....shows your command over vocabulary. A sure sign of emergence of a great poet. Go on.