The Fall
I seek the
secrets of the soul,
As I gaze
at the colours of the fall,
Resplendent
before they wither away,
From green,
orange, yellow to brown,
Leaving the
apparitions standing alone,
On the
spreading white shroud,
And I move
through my Fall,
As twilight
sets in, the fading light,
Forebodings
of the coming night,
The
darkness and the beyond,
Makes me
shiver, numbs my mind,
With the
ghost nowhere in sight.
No comments:
Post a Comment