Autumn leaves falling from the trees
They don't seem to care about it.
Their death to them is non-existent;
They will never think about it.
Yet another year passes without him
As if he was a leaf fallen from the sky.
The man, who already grew old like them,
Rose up to the sky when she hugged him.
"Daisy, do you still love me?"
The Caretaker told her.
I said,
Which daisies?
The ones I see beneath my feet?
Or her, the one who does not speak?
Autumn daisies blooming beneath me
They don't seem to care about my feet.
Their death to them is nonexistent
Yet I will always morn them.
The winter got mixed up with autumn
As rain and snow fall continually.
She keeps counting those who've fallen.
She says one day she will be at the bottom like them
Because there is no use for her with this glass case she is in.
Snowflakes falling from the sky
They don't seem to care about their death.
Falling with leaves of browned trees,
Everything is death to see.
"For the things we bear for,
they cannot come back anymore. At least not for me..."
The trap does not trap her anymore,
And so she goes, colored darkly by
the night plague; she rises to the sky.
The reason is vague, but her heart hasn't faded.
And there's nothing else to it...
For you, be hopeful,
even if it takes your whole— full.
Be truthful and be faithful 'till the end,
as what Mother Nature says....
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~Feelings Purette~
PoetryRespect the elegance of writing, communication, and music. Those things are a part of our every day lives. Even if you don't really care... Think again. They are good words and sounds, even if they don't mean well. Most of these poems are based off...
