The Trembling Withered Leaves In An Autumn Eve Poem by nimal dunuhinga
The Trembling Withered Leaves In An Autumn Eve
The powerless green leaves already decayed
And the strong unsolicited aloof wind takes them away without their consent.
There is no any other option; unless the skeletal trees have to keep quiet against the mysterious unending force of nature.
Postscript
* Why did I tear down my glory? Why do you tear down my knowing when I haven't a better house to move into?
Extract............[ When the music's over (My journey into Schizophrenia) ]
-Ross.David.Burke-
beautiful peace..iam a fond of autumn too. and i also see autumn in a helpless personfication. it cant help but be pressed by all forces of nature to turn it's beauty into bleak winter..thank u
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5/3/2024 9:07:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Autumn is indeed a state of mind as well as a state of being. Your words are bittersweet and very touching. Take care. Always your friend, Sandra