Sorrows
The leaves come tumbling down.
Leaves come tumbling down.
Come tumbling down.
Tumbling down.
Like my tears down my face.
My tears down my face.
Tears down my face.
Down my face.
My face.
There are sorrows unknown.
Are sorrows unknown.
Sorrows unknown.
Tumbling down . . .
My face . .
Sorrows unknown.
I really like the simplicity and resonance of this structural poem.