The painting of leaves
The leaves that fall in autumn become symbols of change and the ephemeral cycle of life. The painting of leaves captures the melancholic beauty of this natural transition. This poem is part of the volume 'Mi descrivo un’emozione'
The painting of leaves
The leaves are crying
Lying on the path,
cravings fade away,
The power of thought.
The earth that embraces
Together with that pain
The cry of the hunt
By now... tasteless.
The leaves cry
Autumn pounded
Sometimes collects them
Someone's hand.
That gray, yellow-red
haunts my anguish
And those sighs on me
throw out the rain.
The leaves fall
On my thick fog
The soul that swallows
The summer that ends.
Under the cold forehead
The painting is sad and dull
That dark season
The wind blows it away.
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