Memories

All that sprouts may fall but not its leaf scar,
That marks as its yesterday's remainder;
If its leaf that by wind is blown afar,
Will flee and leaves a mark as reminder.
And such politeness in every autumn,
Allows a leaf to have time for mourning;
By showing once its crimson epitome,
For it just can't refrain from departing.
So afore our connections come to break,
Live every moment as if it's our last;
And pause time as if there is such a brake,
To mark in our hearts the scar of our past.
If someone does not allow what must done,
Gains a wound that will last till ones life's gone!

From: 
Philippines




ABOUT THE POET ~
Hi, I write poems because I love expressing my feelings and emotions through poetry. So to describe myself as a poet, I am more on using themes like dark and loneliness. Somehow, I still use bright emotions and feelings in some of my compositions.


Last updated November 10, 2016