Su Ben Poet Free verse

The Fallen Leaves Were Calling You

My dear friend,
the fallen leaves were calling you.

My dear friend, the leaves were falling
in a whimsical woman’s mind.

My dear friend, for the night falls
the wind begins to rise, and passes through 
with ill-natured to the heart that is easy to hurt.

My dear friend, after I spent a day 
in the middle of a restless city, 
and when I stand under such a wretched roadside tree,
the nostalgic sunset glow was stagger along with humming 
a sorrowful melody.  

My dear friend, for time grows 
the light has shone on the soft hat.

My dear friend, for time grows 
a lonely shadow embraces fallen leaves
and goes under the whispering street lamp. 

Oh, my dear friend, for time is passing 
under the whispering street lamp,
Oh, my dear friend, 
I am dying to see you.

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