AutumnA Poem by Amanda Moubaraklike a tree am losing the leaves it's time to let go everybody leaves falling down yellow and brown the real colors of grief hope pain will be, like your presence, brief damaged generally tired something has changed the layer at top has aged rewired to self-destruct but renewal is essential in the cycle of life they always leave the tree that's why it's called autumn leaves i hear them crumble under my feet sweet sound of beautiful torture letting go of the past to move on to the future they keep falling, is that why they call it fall? maybe goodbye is a good thing after all © 2019 Amanda MoubarakReviews
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StatsAuthorAmanda MoubarakBekaatet kenaan, Keserwen, LebanonAboutWhen I can't speak, I write :) I wrote an ebook (poems and writings) : Writings of a broken soul. I wrote rap songs alone and with a group (the mob production). Facebook Page : Writings and Poetry .. more..Writing
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