Saturday, August 12, 2006

Regrets

A lonely autumn leave,
Falls,
It does not kiss the pavement,
Winds blow,
Leave dances,
Freely,
Falls,
Free fall,
And does not hug the grasses.
Winds whistle,
Leave flies; flies higher,
It does not reach the skies,
Leave falls.
Stepping,
they step over it,
With dirt, it ferments.
Leave dies,
but not the lost hugs,
or the kisses,
the memory flashes.




hope you guys like it, well, i hope it makes sense for you peeps.

good nite :)

3 comments:

zmanutdz said...

I like it :), and it makes sense to me. I know some people's lives that are similar to that 'leave'.

Waiting for more, keep the poetry rolling ;).

Gilgamish said...

thanx.
I do not have any new poetry, i will roll it, when i write somethig new.

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