Iona StuartSep 28, 20201 min readFall - PoetryUpdated: Oct 12, 2020I don’t see the darkness;I don’t see the light.There’s a smile on my face,But I feel no delight.I don’t feel the pain Of the withering trees,And yet the callOf FallStill brings me to my knees.
I don’t see the darkness;I don’t see the light.There’s a smile on my face,But I feel no delight.I don’t feel the pain Of the withering trees,And yet the callOf FallStill brings me to my knees.