Spica Toska Poet Romanticism

The Autumn Rain

The Autumn Rain
reminds me the feelings
that I didn’t express
The fresh air after rain
reminds me the moments
I wanted to live
The smell in the air
reminds me those moments when I used to meet you
and the wind takes them away
The yellow leaves
falling down on the streets
and I realize how
I’m loosing time, losing you
like the trees are losing the leaves
There will be new leaves on the trees
new people in your life
but the leaves on the streets will be forgotten, will be rotten

Just like me

– Spica

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Marilyn Williams March 31, 2017 at 4:39 PM I love it, and hope not to be forgotten. Congrats Spica Toska March 31, 2017 at 6:46 PM Thank you very much

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart January 27, 2017 at 1:13 PM A beautiful ouch. Great poem. Spica Toska March 31, 2017 at 6:45 PM Thank you so much

Newton Ranaweera January 25, 2017 at 9:30 PM Oh, I am sorry that you lost your old leaf, and hope that you may have found a new leaf. Good write. Spica Toska January 26, 2017 at 8:26 AM Thank you

John Beam January 19, 2017 at 2:26 PM Oh and welcome to the soup and hope to read more. Spica Toska January 20, 2017 at 5:29 AM Thank you so much

John Beam January 19, 2017 at 2:25 PM Good imagery and sad, I hope you found a new leaf.