Another round

[brandontoh]

It’s too much to ask the stars to map the sand;
for the air not to corrode our plans. -- Wonderful first 2 lines. Immediately an apt imagery is introduced, and makes me want to read on.
So we preamble gen pools,
for sea sick molecules to create fools. -- The third line is a little too... 'technical' to my liking, but I can't think of a better replacement. Yet, the message is carried across well, and so think of it as my personal peeve, if you will.
Another tragic symphony,
with hollowed sounds of sympathy;
Ringing like nostalgic chimney chimes -- Once again, beautiful imageries.
Asking, mind your head as you step into life.
We end as we mean to begin,
our coffin nails already within.
Drawn out by days,
Poignantly pointless, progressively paid.
As another crop fails,
we hear autumn exclaim;
“Please! a kiss for winter, before we begin”

-- I really liked this poem. It's filled with very appropriate imageries and get one thinking, visualising and eventually, feeling the poem. While it contains a lot of imageries, it does not confuse, and the metaphors never overlap and mislead. Thanks for the read! =)