the leaves they rustle

[vurtomatic]

the leaves they rustle
brittle and frail
in winds of change
a cold blizzard
the leaves they struggle
shaking on branches
not letting go, tis time
cold winds of change
the leaves they fall
from our lifeless hands
cold, in winds of change
we are naked
the leaves they fly
home, another place
we are left
old and tired

 

[neverwas]

huge bump back to the top for you hun

te seasons are changing here. its dam cold in melbourne and the leaves are starting to fall. miss ya babe and i always enjoy re-reading your peices.

 

[Chaotic Action Man]

thanks for bumping this. it is a very very beautiful poem.

 

[up all night]

Written by a man with a beautiful mind.

I miss vurt.