lunedì 22 agosto 2011

the leaf

The wind, life,

the leaf falls off.

The tree being,

calls for change,

north winds freeze the dreams,

off the past twenty convulsive

references to the life of a grief that said order.

The leaf is history,

of what it was,

now is not,

tomorrow will not be,

now reborn, bare.


Live, ecstasy of the senses,

fly leaf,

alone and remains alone in thinking that leaving.

Are and are not,

I was and I was not,

I now live, this is ... ..

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