Love Like the Autumn Leaves
Sometimes you have to let go, though it may be a suicide, but that will pave way to growth of a better relationship. Like a dried leaf from a tree tormented by the strong wind, it has to let go so the tree can anchor itself. And when the dried leaf dropped to a barren land, it gave life to it.
Fiendish combat of Summer and Winter
Cold and Warm embracing thy languish leaves
Facing the bleak and fervor glimmer
All it gave was a heave.
The gust blowing over the bed of blossoms
Giving it a shrill, haunting like macabre
Fear reigned the leaves attached to a willow
The fear of being one of the cadavers.
On the south by the river stays
A willow crowned with leaves that sway
Quivering as the wind starts to whistle
Ferociously hums, with dread, it hustles
Grasping firmly, never letting go
Timorous it could be, the wind was a foe
Soaring the trepidations, it propelled
the leaf to dry earth it fell.
It tried to hold on but need to let go
Too painful to hold, to weak to be bold
Dissever from the willow where it once belonged
Landed to a barren land and nurtured it so long
Giving life to the lifeless was its genuine mission
Not the crown the river willow,
Though its life ended for just few hours
Years later, the soil grew flowers.
So fertile and pistillate the dead earth
From a wilted rose bloomed into fluorescence
A lifeless creature that gave its first breath
Because of an autumn leaf from a tree's breast
Painful it is to be lost in time
But the scent you smell will be like thyme
Scarborough fair it may truly seem
But love like the autumn lesf, you'll someday redeem.
Cold and Warm embracing thy languish leaves
Facing the bleak and fervor glimmer
All it gave was a heave.
The gust blowing over the bed of blossoms
Giving it a shrill, haunting like macabre
Fear reigned the leaves attached to a willow
The fear of being one of the cadavers.
On the south by the river stays
A willow crowned with leaves that sway
Quivering as the wind starts to whistle
Ferociously hums, with dread, it hustles
Grasping firmly, never letting go
Timorous it could be, the wind was a foe
Soaring the trepidations, it propelled
the leaf to dry earth it fell.
It tried to hold on but need to let go
Too painful to hold, to weak to be bold
Dissever from the willow where it once belonged
Landed to a barren land and nurtured it so long
Giving life to the lifeless was its genuine mission
Not the crown the river willow,
Though its life ended for just few hours
Years later, the soil grew flowers.
So fertile and pistillate the dead earth
From a wilted rose bloomed into fluorescence
A lifeless creature that gave its first breath
Because of an autumn leaf from a tree's breast
Painful it is to be lost in time
But the scent you smell will be like thyme
Scarborough fair it may truly seem
But love like the autumn lesf, you'll someday redeem.
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