Wind Tore The Birches Dress Poem by Liza Sud
Wind Tore The Birches Dress
Wind tore the birches dress
So cold at the autumn rains...
'Warm me' - I hear - 'passer-by,
Hug and with me - cry.
Let's recall bygone youth
Crimson skies at the dawn...
Remember how I kissed you,
And where it all has gone...' -
Like adhered by sorrow to birch,
I embraced her with such a gloom -
With you we are like friends, my girl -
For my happiness wind stole too.
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4/24/2024 7:16:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
sorrow ladden poem, I love the imagery. For my happiness the wind stole too - sweet rendition.