The Interlude I am walking under the trees of gold I stop to rest my weary feet In the shade of Mellorn groves I lay down And I see how the golden leaves Fall to the ground I hear whispers, secrets I never knew Windy cold, the truth of my dreams Lays shattered now, like icy mountain dew And I stop to take yet again One final view
Essi!!!! Great work. And I'm more than delighted to see your post. And do I even need to comment about your poem?? Its brilliant like all of ur stuff.
esgallindeion, That poem was .... rich. And beatiful too. Have you by any chance read " Lord Of the Rings"?
tejas: Can't you recognise a rhetoric when you see one? Juz Kiddin! It's quite obvious that essi swears by that book. You can easily see tolkien's essence in the poem. ( No offence, essi)
