Lay your soul in the grass
washed away yellow or young green
streaming stars over
a storm of skies
silent the crow
settled upon a withered branch
an autumn evening
he cries not alone
black-marbled eyes
fly… fly
flown
this dream
10 hours ago
3 comments:
Beautiful Like Always
A wonderfully descriptive poem about Autumn Jem, my favourite season, and triggered vivid imagery in my mind! Lovely, Roger ☺
Chasing Tao ~ thank you for your kind words! I am glad to *trigger* your artistic mind! Truly honored ~
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