My sweet autumn seems frantic in burdensome meanings.
All in all, I feel love and the beauty of things,
As I enter the palace of truth at beginning,
As I raise all the power of desperate wings…
In the bottom of soul I've got intimate feelings,
On the way from the darkness to bright shiny day,
And the river around is the deepest soul-river,
All embraced by the Moon and the warm summer rain…
But I rest in the autumn… all around are races
Of the gone in the wind from the skies to the earth,
And remains a strange feeling, engulfing, amazing,
That the shine of the day is the truth never heard…
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Autumn has been my niche for years, whence we seem on the surface to have some camaraderie therein. Yet the imagery in this piece takes be off into unknown vistas, beautifully rendering your perception with a haunting, clinging poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Many thanks for sharing your view)
Each season brings around different emotions but they are interlinked, It is a very enjoyable read and i think it is not just about Autumn.
Many thanks
You are very welcome
Spring, Summer…and autumn (though late autumn my SAD kicks in). Still, my three favorite seasons. Thank you for this beautiful pioem! 🙏❤️
Love it
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