I've been longing for your embrace,
A bliss amidst the Autumn sway.
Neither stars, nor lanterns
Will not fathom your brilliant mind
But my pen is keen to put the words
Through the moon's enchanting chime.
From the wilderness of the land,
And to the calling shores:
"My twilight kiss shall wash away
The eclipse you avoid."
YOU ARE READING
| october.
PoetryHow can I let your voice slump into oblivion if it resembles the sound of the rustling leaves?
