Late Autumn

Eliza26 on Nov 9, 2011

Tags: autumn, cold, depression, frozen, mirrror, morning, sadness, sky, Unhappy

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The season of unhappiness.

It’s cold and I am drunk with sadness,

the frozen air, my frozen thoughts,

embrace an ugly morning.

As men and women walk the streets,

their soulless glance,

the sky like glass,

turn into broken mirrors.

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Vivek Ratan on Nov 9, 2011
The season of happiness.

It’s cold and we are with each other,

the cool breeze, our feelings embrace,

And lovely morning becomes.

As men and women walk the streets,

Snow falls on our cheeks

And silently lot of we speak

Smile we together in a mirror

Nothing is unhappy in the world

We are true friends and happiness givers

Smile Eliza and feel blessed,your poem is very touching .
Martin Kloess on Nov 9, 2011
Interesting.
castleboundbook on Nov 9, 2011
A very powerful and moving poem, thanks for sharing!

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