The Coming of Autumn ( fr: Autumn’s Grace ).

Posted: March 21, 2012 in Uncategorized
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Spring and Summer passed, and I Autumn your

elegance bride is extending my hand, it is yours.

Summer passed, the hard birthing of life, Winter

wearisome load often tell the tales. Am your

Nightingale, let the restful place clad you a pillow

hover unto my breast. Fill it with your tries, like the

ocean with unmeasurable depth.


I understood the syllables, the failing language you

cannot speak in this cosmos bubbles of world affairs.

I share no power over you my dear, come rest, and

refresh for the coming winter.

  1. jhasmoments says:

    Hey :)
    FW>>>>From asoulwalker:

    I was thinking about getting a group of poets together and having someone pick a topic for all of us to write a poem about. I would then post all the poems on this blog. I think it might be interesting. Now if you are a writer but have not written much poetry (or any) this does not mean that you should not consider it. If anyone is interested leave a comment below.
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