The leaves are dancing and going round.
“The life’s eternal,” – each one believes.
The raindrops flump on the frozen ground –
They feel the fall and the fall of leaves.
The wind is whispering in my ear:
“You feel a lonely, lonely leaf.
I always speak, but you don’t hear.
The fall possesses you. You, my lief”.
The leaves turn yellow, they feel the fear,
But wind – he hugs me, I feel so small…
I feel no terror when he is near,
And I don’t really have to fall.
The leaves are falling and falling down,
The drops of rain in their souls cleave.
There’s no wind in the autumn town –
We went away ‘long the path of leaves.
The leaves...
© Copyright: Сказочница Йера, 2014
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superb! your poem's eternal!
out of there but we are to fall! no sooner have they cleft,the drops of rain,inside the leaves- than we every inch of us cleave into our's congenial even if doesn't look ourselves
Павел Лесной 2 10.11.2014 13:14 • Заявить о нарушении
out of there but we are to fall! no sooner have they cleft,the drops of rain,inside the leaves- than we every inch of us cleave into our's congenial even if doesn't look ourselves
Павел Лесной 2 10.11.2014 13:14 • Заявить о нарушении
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