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~
Falling rain,
its sound
in my heart takes
the shape
of longing.
Winter without rain
and long nights kissed
by the moon’s lonely light
~
With the red leaves
their voices falling…
cicadas at dusk
Many autumns hence
the fallen leaves
still blowing in the wind
All the things
I thought I’d be
when I grow up…
leaves are falling
in the forest deep.
Ombre de jasmin
à l’aube rajeunit
mes os fatigués
~
Le parfum sur la brise
disperse dans ma mémoire
les feuilles du passé
Autumn’s brew…
red leaves steeping
in a still pond
Like a flower
amid the book’s pages
I keep you inside of me,
your fragrance nurturing
my very heart,
breathing life into me
the way the dawn’s light
caresses the garden
into a subtle awakening.
~
Rain fell last night,
the welling water
carried me to your ocean,
the waves engulfing me
burned me to the core,
each desire, each breath,
yours…
~
My breath
a nightbird wandering
through the sky,
his wings brushing all the stars
into a poem
yearning to be planted
in your pillow,
then into your dreams
to fly…
~
Her voice
hollows out the wind
making it curl in endless
gasps against
her beloved
the sky
~
Autumn falls
and the leaves grow silent,
their hushed murmurs
raked by the breeze,
flown skyward
as the drowsiness descends,
blanketing all.
~
In silence
they held each other,
their breaths merging
into a blossom,
a white spring flower.