I bathe in a whirlwind of lost leaves, and I slowly sink in brassy waves, My hopes are hidden in a corner, Through heavy clouds, today the fabric of light falls apart. I let myself be carried by the birds, wandering through the flocks, and I fly toward leadenly and dusty horizons. My broken wings hang on me folds after folds, My worries run down my ravaged thoughts, I am swallowed up by a desert of tears, and the rays of faith are slowly melting in the dark, I am alone, sad, abandoned, hungry, Autumn's melancholic depressed poet. ………………………………………………………………….. I dance with the leaves, united in a dance of joy, and I rise to the shores of dreams, Living hopes burn in a flame of testimony and stripped of my shadow, I head for the sun. Carried by white birds to unknown heights, dying little by little, I go forward toward Life, with my wide-open reborn wings, I float carelessly to the Eternal Morning. Rains of happiness bloomed again on the streets, and out of faith, I built a strong parapet. New sources of love are born in me. Today I am Autumn's happiest poet.

About the Poet:
Marius Alexandru, born and raised in Arad, Romania, came to the United States in 1997, where he currently lives with his wife. His passion for poetry started as a child, and he has been writing poetry since his adolescence.
He is the author of a few Romanian Christian poetry books, including Fosnetul Pasilor din Duzi, Scaldati in Susurul Bland al Harului, Doruri Sfinte, and English poetry Ring of Fire, Reflection of Thoughts, and many other poems published in Poetry Anthologies during the years in both Romanian and English languages.
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Changing with the seasons…. I get that!🌼
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This poem really russell(ed) my leaves, if you’ll pardon the Autumn-flora pun.
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