Leaves of Melancholy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A solitary but content observer, uh, observes the autumn scene.

Submitted: June 13, 2008

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Whispering, whispering,
Leaves of melancholy.

Maroon,
Is the sight laid before me;
Golden,
The nature's soft carpet;
Rustling,
As my feet trample ebbing beauty
A breeze,
That sends the myriad flying.

Dancing, dancing,
Leaves of melancholy.

An invisible hand gently
Settles the autumn rainbow,
Twirling them a ballet
Sur les pointes, Fouetté sauté.
To lift up again, a veil
Draping my horizon.

Falling, falling,
Leaves of melancholy.

To weave
Into a pensive scenery,
To mock
Many rumbling skies,
To mesmerize
A lonesome spectator
Whispering:
Do not be saddened
By the leaves of melancholy.


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