the leaves i take them
as your shapely hands
softly and gently bidding me
to be close at your side
the dusk lake's dazzling
water i take them as your
smile aimed at opening
my heart to you, a lovely
appetiser to our meet
the bird chirps i take them
as a lovelorn spring song
carried on the wings
of hopes and dreams
to my ears
a love flame that still
binds us to each other
the fallen leaves that
chaotically turn, i take
them as the battled
attempt to keep
our relationships
alive despite the odds
the shrivelling dryness
of throat as we open
our hearts to talk
to each other
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beautiful metaphors abound in this tender, exquisite poem. Wonderful, John. Warmest regards, Sandra