These Footsteps
P
Peter S. Quinn
0
Altın Yaprak
These footsteps are going
On the falling autumn leaves
Their bleaching on glowing
In the brief moments grieves
All distant is so uneasy
Filling the instant of life
As now the cold is breezy
On petal’s blossoms rife
My love my love calling
In a outlying evening song
Like those leave falling
And I stop on and long
These moments now gone
To yesterday’s singing blue
Though we must carry on
Still have dreams come true
These leaving wounds roads
That our love once found
Are in their dreamy loads
But still here all around
O love song of the evening
As fire in scattered bites
To me once more you’ll sing
In coming crystalline nights
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş