The Four Seasons: Palindrome Poem
Autumn: Of Closing
Round and round we spin in fall
Our dreams we all will miss.
Careless dance, your laugh, I saw
Too much I've longed for this.
In the dying of the light,
With the tolling of the bells,
You may have lost your sight
Your face will give no tells
But as I hold your hand to me
Out from your lips comes naught a peep,
As your life will cease to be
I would dare join you in sleep.
As your life will cease to be
Out from your lips comes naught a peep,
But as I hold your hand to me
Your face will give no tells
You may have lost your sight.
With the tolling of the bells,
In the dying of the light,
Too much I've longed for this.
Careless dance, your laugh, I saw
Our dreams we all will miss.
Round and round we spin in fall