washing tears
washing tears
Sep 05, 2011

Autumn

Fall, bring me your cold winds
And your dying leaves
Your pitch black nights
And swirls of colors at sunrise
Fall, bring me your love
It will wither and flake away
Like the last leaf that breaks

Love, bring me your head aches
Your torture and your demise
Your smiles and your laugh
And your security
Love, bring me your dreams
So I can fall asleep tonight
Like the child I used to be

Someone bring me the head of this love song
Bring me a dream to drink
Tall, long legged, with a heart full of despair
Let her see my soul as it used to be

Fall, bring me your dancing leaves
Like the dreams that surround me
Love, bring me your radical ways

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Region, Country: sandusky, ohio , USA

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