Spoiler
While reading this, please keep in mind that I have -1000 points whenever it comes to writing poetry.
Please be kind to me and give me constructive criticism.
I know that 'autumned' is not a word, any suggestions for an alternate word is welcome!
Please be kind to me and give me constructive criticism.
I know that 'autumned' is not a word, any suggestions for an alternate word is welcome!
As birds fly south, they leave
A golden world behind them.
Silently leaves float down
like snowflakes made of fire.
If only I were young,
I'd try my best to catch them.
I suppose I will make do
With dreaming of my youth.
Before my sight grew dim
Back when I knew no troubles.
Before I knew the love
And loss that this life can bring.
Now I lay on my bed
And winter is approaching.
When will I, like those birds,
Fly from this autumned body?
A golden world behind them.
Silently leaves float down
like snowflakes made of fire.
If only I were young,
I'd try my best to catch them.
I suppose I will make do
With dreaming of my youth.
Before my sight grew dim
Back when I knew no troubles.
Before I knew the love
And loss that this life can bring.
Now I lay on my bed
And winter is approaching.
When will I, like those birds,
Fly from this autumned body?
