Monday, November 10, 2014

Bleak October

There were many nights that I couldn't sleep
My emotion was suffused and crept
In the vessel of my soul I've been kept
I can't anticipate that push me to weep.

When I found you, I've felt merriment
The motion of macrocosm was good and quiescent
But all of these were only at the rudiment
My happier days became bereavement.

My heart died in this bleak October
Like All Saint Days in the 1st day of November
My spirit was burned by the flying ember
Every moment of my life it seems vesper.

The verdant grass speaks into my senses
While my hope is hanging in the branch of cypress
I was thorn by the wild black roses
In my way, there's many things like to transverse.

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