Like tears from a bride,
Are the autumn leaves shed.
The west wind breaths,
Spiriting the multitudes.
The fall grows old,
Winter grows cold.
Flowing through forests dense,
Emerald paths adorned by life.
Beautiful and thriving expanse,
Bees and nectar ; barks and spice.
Hailing us through the trees,
A rendezvous for lovers.
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Bridal tears
PoetryA journey of a stream from its mountain fount to the sea. An odyssey which takes you through forests and into rivers along with the ever changing seasons. Join the waters as they flow ever so grand in poesy. The partition of the odyssey is based on...
