I run a brush
To paint a falling leaf
But among the glistering lines
I get a picture, static
On that I write a poem
But among the poetic lines
I miss the meaning of the sound
So I sing it in a full throat
Though I get majestic tune
But among the noises of wonderful music
I lose the agony of a falling leaf.
Beautifully observed the agony of the falling leaf. Thank you.
in every dying soul in every falling piece there is majestic power of the nature and there is the agony of this soul and how in words one could seize the both is too hard to do but you grasped images of the two / well done
Beautiful imagery and symbolism....the agony of falling leaf is overpowered by a majestic tune.
If we can sew the paint with the sounds together with word in lines, we may create a surreal falling leaf images, like your mind crafting now_Soul
This is human nature to ignore. The write amplifies it. Beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful music, good write, thanks.