Like fallen leaves

As I sighed over the dusty photographs,

Of the storm that passed,

You called love,

 

The headphone was singing songs of yearning,

Our clothes still wet

From that day,

For the misty breeze from the bay didn’t let it dry,

And words dried up, the music retained,

 

Of chandeliers and little stars,

That you chose over

The dance that lit them up,

 

The idea harnessed,

Hurt by my eagerness to explore,

How could you be so quiet?

Like fallen leaves...

Of poetry,

 

And you gave me more than I could take,

I desired yet more

... More of you...

Reviews

[Arielle Ann]

this was heartbreaking yet some peaceful bliss seems to emanate from it...people leave, time passes, but memories linger; sometimes turning so strong that we can almost feel ourselves back in such times ...often accompanied by the sway of music we often turn nostalgic and beautiful lines spin out...yours is an example of that!

[Coyote Poetry]

Desire and words can be wasted. When love is near. A wise person slow down their world and swim in joy and happiness.
"The idea harnessed,
Hurt by my eagerness to explore,
How could you be so quiet?
Like fallen leaves...
Of poetry,"
Thank you for the amazing poetry.
Coyote

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. absolutely beautiful poetry ...
. loved the font too ...