Relics of a bygone sky


The breaking dead leaves ’neath my feet
A plaintive melody repeat,
Recalling shattered hopes that lie
As relics of a bygone sky.
Again I thread the mazy past,
Back where the mounds are scattered fast --
Oh! foolish tears, why do you start,
To break of dead leaves in the heart?



Reader Comments (2)
Hey I love this!
Love you too.
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@ Sally ... Thanks! Love you back xoxo