...of the clearing
of the trees,
a leaf sustain
the load of sorrow
silent and penetrating,
he who holds the glass
that bends the sunlight
somewhere...
multifaceted.
turning away
from my direction
the growing hours
of the silent autumn wind
carries the incandescent hues
impressed on a leaf.
a memory. falling.
2 comments:
ganahan ko ani miss candice. amping kanunay miss! :)
'he who holds the glass
that bends the sunlight...'
like this! keep writing.
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