The wind is carrying the leaves and
their rustle sounds like the sound you
would make when I would gently kiss
your back and wrap myself around you
under the blanket early in the morning.
Autumn is bringing back memories,
evoking some old sounds and feelings.
It reminds me of our love which fell to
the ground like leaves we stepped on with
our stupid prides.
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10 thoughts on “Poem #45”
Beautiful and elegant… Your writing style is really good… Kudos from a fellow poet😊😊
Thank you so much 😀
I pray your poem
Is not autobiographical
Poignant and sad
Well, 90% of my poems are autobiographical, but thank you so much for your comment
Sending much love to you <3
Brief and beautiful 👍🏻 autumn often feels like a time of approaching sadness
That is true. Thank you very much for your comment 😀
You are welcome.😃