Poem -
OCTOBER LEAVES: DAY 29, WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, OVER MY GARDEN NIGHTS
Under the silvery moon,
When your light
Drips sparkling
Over my garden nights,
Death, the depressing scorner,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend who remembers.
Under the summer roses
When the barefaced crimson
Lurks in the dusk Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand reminiscences,
And asks you Beautiful,
unanswerable questions
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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The gardens in the autumn they darken and under the yellow leaves are caught small rays of Sun which put a little light on our nightmares. Death is present in November dressed in memories, love painted and covered with a blanket of affection and friendship, death asks us questions in autumn which we cannot answer, about fear, silence and loneliness.
A bright, romantic poem and it oozes sincerity.
A greeting.
My dear Poet Lucas Lazar,
Many thanks for your lovely comments on my above verse.The unloved summer of this year has washed out into a distant memory with the arrival of an autumn of such incredible beauty. The very early morning mist scattered in and around of the valleys, long shadows, warm days, bright blue skies, the odd frost and everything in the garden loving the last rays of this warmth. Life is similar to this, with faded memories of love and beauty of this earthly life,
I am waiting for your POETRY TRAIN site to be ready for me to contribute my column on poetry
Love & hugs
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Hi willy a beautiful write . As a beautiful friend remembers love with little hands come s and touches you . Cheers to youÂ
Hi Poet Hardrocklover,
Thanks for your comments and appreciation, I wish to translate and feature your poems in my blogs of poetry, seeking your kind permission
Love & Hugs
Willy
Hi willy sure you post my poems in your blogs . Cheers to you my friendÂ