In the Fall
In The Fall…
Wait for love until Fall,
Nightingales, they will call.
Nightingales are divine;
they sing drunk with no wine.
With all eyes wait and see,
How do trees will be free?
How do leaves find their ways?
When they fall, nights and days.
They will wait until Fall,
All of them short and tall,
All of them search and seek,
With no words, they will speak.
Falling leaves dance and fall,
Autumn wind calls them all.
When the leaves are falling fast,
They do hope that they last.
They will fly in the air,
Golden leaves everywhere.
Until each finds their love,
In the air, fly like a dove.
When they fall, hope to touch,
With no lips, kiss too much.
Kiss and touch in the Fall,
Their last dance, after all.
Then they sing the autumn song,
Every leaf sings along.
Love is there in the Fall,
God knows that I recall.
Wait for me in the Fall,
Love is there, I recall.
6/21/17 “Haloo”
Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2017
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