Talk With Fall
Oh, Fall, you’re dangerous for dreamers
There is a lot of time to miss
Your leaves are everlasting screamers
in lake of sorrow and disease.
I saw her yesterday or earlier
She left me, to survive my loss
I still remember she was jolly,
But our ways will never cross
again.
September is in yellow,
The leaves will have to sail away,
Oh, Fall, it’s hard to be your fellow
The poet always has to pay
for right to write about his longing
for right to talk with yellow Fall,
to see the magic of the morning
And put on paper own soul.
Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2017
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