Liza Sud


You Drive Me Mad - Poem by Liza Sud

At night I drink the brew of apples,
That fell in autumn so late...
And I see the far valleys...
And the coming winter's gray hair...

I accept everything in the world,
Although I know it will not be easy
before winter in this late fall,
Because you are - far, not near...

Only the light of these apples of autumn
Warms me in my outcome,
Oh, my late autumn,
As spring you drive me mad...

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 24, 2015



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