Like the last leaves of autumn
Scattered to the four winds
Our love is drifting away
Like a desert river
Long run dry
Our love is desiccated
Like the winter landscape
Stark and bare
Our love is Barren
Like the last leaves of autumn
Scattered to the four winds
Our love is drifting away
Like a desert river
Long run dry
Our love is desiccated
Like the winter landscape
Stark and bare
Our love is Barren
Comments
Nolan | August 16, 2010 - 17:16
Barron?
maggyvaneijk | August 17, 2010 - 17:33
there's a strong element of pain and lost hope in this short but beautiful poem. great work.
Biggus | August 17, 2010 - 18:14
Thanks Maggie