"Autumn Is A Second Spring When Every Leaf Is A Flower"
- Albert Camus
This sonnet is for the wonderful daughter of my Muse
The music is "Autumn Song" by The Manic Street Preachers
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Autumn Is A Total Pleasure
Her Colours Brighten All Our Days
She’s Happiness Without Measure
There For All In So Many Ways
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Autumn Is A Ray Of Sunshine
She’s Golden Like The Leaves Of Fall
When She Is Here, Her Love Is Mine
She Is My Perfection, She’s My All
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Autumn’s Cuddles Like Autumn Leaves
Make Me Love Her More, Make Me See
With Her And Boo, I Love My Days
They Make Me Smile In Many Ways
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Autumn Is My Treasure, My LIght
Each Day She Makes My Future Bright
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The Roads Remember Us
Stanza 1 The roads of Europe whisper names, Of those who walked before, Through cobbled streets and fading wars, And open café doors. Each stone has felt a thousand dreams, Each bridge has learned to stand, Between the weight of yesterday And futures yet unplanned. Stanza 2 In Paris rain, in Berlin light, In Rome’s eternal air, The clocks all move at different speeds, Yet hope is everywhere. A train departs at early dawn, With strangers side by side, Their stories packed in silent bags, No need for flags or pride. Stanza 3 We carry more than passports do, We carry fragile days, A mother’s voice, a lover’s note, A map of former ways. The language of a tired heart Needs no translated line, For grief and joy have learned to live In every border sign. Stanza 4 The mountains guard old promises, The seas remember cries, Of sailors chasing distant stars In unfamiliar skies. And still the children draw new worlds On classroom window glass, Where chalk becomes tomorrow’s road And fear is taught to pass. Stanza 5 We are not made of single roots, But many woven tight, Of wars survived and peace rebuilt From broken bricks of night. Our cities bloom from history, From ashes into flame, Each generation writes again What freedom means by name. Final Stanza So walk these streets with open eyes, And listen when they say: “You are the bridge between two times, The voice of yesterday.” For every step you choose in light Makes darkened corners small, And Europe lives in simple acts— In rising after fall.
By Iazaz hussainabout 19 hours ago in Poets
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Beautiful creation, I love the song pick 🥰
Awww, this was so sweet!
Beautiful sonnet. Very well done.
Beautiful!!!💖💕
So lovely :)