 |
Category: Writing and Poetry
May I compare thee to a crisp fall eve? Cool, subtle, gracing the world with great flush, Beauty so virtuoso, we reprieve Everything we do, we stop all the rush. We settle down, we prepare for the frost Many times your allure is over-looked, We scantily observe, and pay the cost. We miss the summer, in which we were hooked. As the days grow dark, we have little time To take in your beauty, until the moon And stars shine, and my heart become sublime. My time with you, like days, end far too soon, I cannot wait to talk to you once more, Autumn, you’re something we can’t just ignore.
2:50 AM
Powered by  | | English | | Albanian | | Arabic | | Bulgarian | | Catalan | | Chinese | | Croatian | | Czech | | Danish | | Dutch | | Estonian | | Filipino | | Finnish | | French | | Galician | | German | | Greek | | Hebrew | | Hindi | | Hungarian | | Indonesian | | Italian | | Japanese | | Korean | | Latvian | | Lithuanian | | Maltese | | Norwegian | | Polish | | Portuguese | | Romanian | | Russian | | Serbian | | Slovak | | Slovenian | | Spanish | | Swedish | | Thai | | Turkish | | Ukrainian | | Vietnamese |
|