Autum
Red, yellow, mustard, brown.
Nature all around
Changes in a spectrum.
Zephyrus cools down, the Sun visits less often.
Gold reflections on the ground
Where conquers lay whilst the kids pound.
Time changes, the light fades
‘no, no, please don’t go’ I cry in vain.
For Winter has its rein.
Nature all around
Changes in a spectrum.
Zephyrus cools down, the Sun visits less often.
Gold reflections on the ground
Where conquers lay whilst the kids pound.
Time changes, the light fades
‘no, no, please don’t go’ I cry in vain.
For Winter has its rein.
posted by London Alive at 2:49 PM
1 Comments:
Beautifully true to its title, this poem. I like it a lot - And love the ending.
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