Fall
I celebrate your existence,
A reckoning of a love, once.
The tears, laughters, in remembrance,
Kept close as every today drifts.
The cherished chances,
My wistful painting of a romance..
For indispensable reason;
I'm almost summer without my autumn.
Slips one time per year,
Even trees can't bear suppress.
I never now wonder
You were born in October.
After all,
You are my fall.
🔥
Hera of the Universe
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When She Speaks
PoetryHer gift is being a reverberating stereo even when in silence. So much more When She Speaks. "I can only remember it when I have felt it. And only does it remain, if I have written it in the pages of my thinking. I mark my memories in pages of my po...
