Oh my dearest, September,
Thought I'd love to remember,
The passing days of each noon,
And darkness surrounds the moon.
Each star shoots through the sky,
All its wishes come flying high.
To my dearest, September-
To the blooming lavender.
I tried to love and remember,
All the things that matter,
This world full of wonder;
What life has to offer.
Oh my dearest, September,
It is time for October!
As much as you like the stage,
Time will flip another page.
Look down on your skin and bones,
Tell me, will you still be known?
To my dearest, September-
To the gods and their fathers.
Everything has gone too fast,
I know it could never last,
And time is the perfect past,
For September has passed.
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Alis Dream world (
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Comments3
How fast time passes. Well expressed in this poem September is fall in the northern hemisphere and too soon the fall of our lives comes. A lovely write
How quickly time passes until we realise when it is to late, nicely written
Excellent write
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