One Day The Autumn Comes Poem by George Carpow

Bare trees touch sky with balded limbs
A carpet on the dirt of withered leaves
Flocks of clouds come to weep over the past
Their rainy tears lave my shoulders, head and chest

Sceneries 'round me yet reminisce of light
The wind was calm, the sun was shining bright
But time runs out till we go into curve
One day the autumn comes that ends the mirth

The true love's turning out to farewell
The magic of the day ends up with ring of bell
The joy brings sadness into the dome of life
I'm writing couple passages and I don't know why

One day I'll think of what I've done
One day, stop living on run
I'll bring my soul to higher stars
I'll rest one day the autumn comes.