Autumn leaves are quite telling,
Such beauty shown in dying,
No trying to resurrect,
Life has been lived serenely,
And now comes the last sighing,
For there is no buying time,
Only chime of sweet sleeping. . .
Autumn leaves are quite telling,
Such beauty shown in dying,
No trying to resurrect,
Life has been lived serenely,
And now comes the last sighing,
For there is no buying time,
Only chime of sweet sleeping. . .
As I always said, autumn kills but in a colorful and beautiful manner 🙂
Awesome poem.
Have a great Sunday, my friend!
xo
Thank you, Monica! You too! 🙂
😀