Thou Wilt

by Kevin   May 26, 2004


The leaves of a tree
in Autumn I see
are ever so slowly dying

their colour is changed
I’m sure they feel pain
yet their beauty in death
starts me crying

amid the graveyard rustle
of their fallen friends
I choke
and think of you again

you drank in sorrow
to no tomorrow
as I watched your face
like seasons change
until it came to Winters pain

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  • 19 years ago

    by Rachele

    aw i really liked that 1 keep up the good work
    luv rach

  • 19 years ago

    by East Poetry

    Wow that was really good, i dig how you likend the life of a leaf of a tree to how through out the season(or life) we change, the falling of the leaf a representation of death as it meets with the other leaves on the ground, and rests in its graveyard of fallen freinds. Only the last seasons of the importicular leaf your talking about here, might have made some bad decisions about alchohol and depression and may have fallin to the earth a bit to early. Im sorry for your loss of a loved one.

  • 19 years ago

    by Brandy Sansotta

    wow.

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