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So this is a piece I've been meaning to do since last year but I never got round to writing more than 2 lines. I recently found my scraps and decided it was time to finished it. Without further ado, here is my latest short poem.
Enjoy and share your opinions.
Fall
Under the harvest moon,
slowly embracing the noon.
Memories of the distant June,
fade before the coming monsoon.
Wind gusting over the hills,
bringing the midnight chills,
turning the hollowed mills,
arousing newfound thrills.
Rain falls and with it I lay,
amidst grass golden and stones grey.
I sit there alone and I pray,
the ghosts of the past get... washed away.
Under the hunter's moon,
slowly embracing the noon.
Everything will slowly attune,
nothing is forever immune.
Lying on the ground, barely awake,
suddenly feel the warmth of light opaque.
I turn and I watch as the dawn makes its break,
leaving me alone, to linger in its wake.
Enjoy and share your opinions.
Fall
Under the harvest moon,
slowly embracing the noon.
Memories of the distant June,
fade before the coming monsoon.
Wind gusting over the hills,
bringing the midnight chills,
turning the hollowed mills,
arousing newfound thrills.
Rain falls and with it I lay,
amidst grass golden and stones grey.
I sit there alone and I pray,
the ghosts of the past get... washed away.
Under the hunter's moon,
slowly embracing the noon.
Everything will slowly attune,
nothing is forever immune.
Lying on the ground, barely awake,
suddenly feel the warmth of light opaque.
I turn and I watch as the dawn makes its break,
leaving me alone, to linger in its wake.