The Last LeafA Poem by LinearAutumns songWhen autumn winds blow cold and hard tugging, pulling as the last leaves hold on to the last of summers promise
A promise never quite realised never quite fulfilled
She whispered so many sweet things of fragrances new of delights not yet tasted
She swirled inside every fibre of body and soul almost begging to take hold
Even the many showers could not dampen the spirit a spirit more than ready to soar
But days draw on summer is gone and shadows grow long as the first leaf fell sounding out a silent death knell
For the final leaf has fallen given in to autumns last gale. © 2011 LinearAuthor's Note
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Added on November 3, 2010Last Updated on May 7, 2011 AuthorLinearUnited KingdomAboutDont worry if the sparrow chirps today, Tomorrow the Nightingale shall sing Judge me if you will, not on the words of another who may have their own agenda, but as YOU find me, as YOU .. more..Writing
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