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Judy Nyaga Poem
The kiss of an Autumn’s Orchard.
The peaceful land welcomed two young hearts.
Entwining their fates amidst the trees.
Underneath Apple’s Sweet Sign.
Maid With Azure-coloured Eyes.
A young fellow who dreamt as far as the blue of the sky.
The latter went along willingly with hopeful eyes.
In the arms of the orchard where love often lays itself down.
Underneath the warm kiss of the golden sun.
In the finesse of warmth they plucked ripe apples.
Every touch –a whispered secret promise.
Thence, love took flight beneath the bough.
Their laughter shook among the whispered leaves.
Like Autumn’s Sleeves, and Their Love.
However, the whims of fate may be harsh.
It play’d the fool in love’s tender garden.
The winter’s chill swept through the world.
They went through many obstacles for this.
A separation, an endless divide,
Love is whispered as they spoke their loving words in the orchard’s side.
The seasons fled by and left broken hearts.
Love in Sorrowful Paths.
The gleam of the orchard was reflected in her eyes.
Attached to a dying dream?
The embers of love gradually dimmed passing into several years.
They had to journey separately in their world.
However, when the orchard’s leaves grew golden.
Timeless And Brave Memory Of Love’s Love.
And now, under the apple tree’s branches.
Two souls united in memory,
Love Gone but Not Forgotten.
Serenade of love in the orchid’s heart.
In the arms of dusk.
They live on in a never-ending grace.
Whispers of the orchards’ songs passed on through time.
Eternal, Sublime And Divine Love.
Copyright © Judy Nyaga | Year Posted 2023
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Judy Nyaga Poem
In Autumn's whisper, secrets softly told,
A season dressed in hues of amber, gold,
Let leaves laugh in the gentle, hushéd breeze,
As stardust dawn awakens hearts at ease.
Brave muse, your inspiration, take my hand,
Amidst this wonderous land, we'll understand,
The dance of leaves, a symphony of grace,
In tender winds, find solace in this place.
As daylight fades, in twilight's tender kiss,
Embrace the moments, sweet, transient bliss,
For autumn's tears may fall from skies so gray,
Yet in their midst, find beauty on display.
Though leaves may wither, drift to earth's embrace,
In autumn's quatern, life finds its own space,
A tear-jerking tale of love and letting go,
In every leaf, a story we all know.
Copyright © Judy Nyaga | Year Posted 2023
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Judy Nyaga Poem
In Autumn's grasp, I find my soul's lament,
Where leaves, like tears, in golden hues descend,
Brave muse, traverse this wonderous land, unbent,
Where melancholy whispers through each bend.
The stardust dawn, a promise yet untold,
A fleeting kiss of warmth in the chill air,
But as the day unfolds, the truth unfolds,
The fading light, a burden hard to bear.
The leaves, they laugh, in brittle, fragile glee,
Their joy, a mask for what they soon must face,
In tender winds, they dance so wild and free,
Yet underneath, a sorrow they embrace.
This season's beauty hides a bitter truth,
A love that's lost in fading shades of youth,
As autumn's tears fall softly to the ground,
My heart, in silence, weeps without a sound.
Copyright © Judy Nyaga | Year Posted 2023
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