Falling from the trees. It gently, slowly drifts. All through the winds, it travels far across the globe. As many people see, the color of the leaf, it slowly, peacfully falls into my hand.
During the fall, I walk through the woods. Remembering, the blissful time, I once shared with my love. And now he has left, to fight with his friends, in order to protect the land, but also to protect me. I think of him day and night, the way he talks, and holds my hand. I am now restly thinking of him when he's gone.
Falling from the trees. It gently, slowly drifts. All through the winds, it travels far across the globe. As many people see, the color of the leaf, it slowly, peacfully falls into my hand.
As I walk though the woods, I watch the leaves, as they fall from the trees and gently fall to the ground. But my only love, has yet to return, and still I wait as patiently as I can until he's home. If he has yet to return, or if he has fallen like the one leaf that I now hold in my hand.
I walk further through the woods, and witness something strange. On the ground is the old cherry blossoms from the trees. And further in the distance, do my eyes decieve me, it is my own love come back from the war.
Falling from the trees. It gently, slowly drifts. All through the winds, it travels far across the globe. As many people see, the color of the leaf, it slowly, peacfully falls into my hand.
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Poems I wrote and/or based on songs
PuisiThis is just a book of poems I wrote during my school year this year. You can follow me for more and comment if you want to read more poems. But if you don't like poetry, then this is not the book for you. Enjoy!
