My sweet leaves of November

Η εικόνα ίσως περιέχει: δέντρο, φυτό, υπαίθριες δραστηριότητες και φύση

Poem : Stamatina Vathi


My sweet leaves of November,
falling gentle, trembling and crawling.
Singing with the gusts of wind,
dancing with passion, giving the last kiss.
The soul of the winter wants to feel.

Hear the sound of the north wind,
calling the winter for his cold hug,
to reberth again.
Hear the drops of rain are trickling with passion , love and faith.

Oh my heart, my soul, my breath,
my whole existence, my meaning in earth…
How do you tremble and dream of the next.
And the wind does sound so loud…
He wants the rain in his hug with no bounds.

An owl is calling her soulmate
and a woodpecker is telling stories with a big tree for his glories….
See, see, the leaves of November are dancing with our dreams.

Feel, feel, love and live…
Two hearts in love, rain and wind.
Eyes from the sky, clouds and hugs till we die.
Don’t you hear me??
I’ m in love, leaves dancing with the drops of rain, your eternal wife.

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