Falling leaves
on grass, and pines, and needles
leave
traces of benign regret,
astonishment
weighs on past and present ...
Leave this bay,
this harbor of safety
behind in a cloud,
a mist of remembrance
- forgetting is clouded
and long since done; -
In my forest of silent pine trees
(the) giant trunks frame my path
needles
keep raining on my face, ...
Will you remember me,
who never beheld me?
Will you
who never beheld me
remember my name? -
Under a clouded sky,
on a sunless day
rain is rolling in
from the ocean ...
I savor the first drop.
Will you hold my hand
and commemorate the future?
Life shifts
under my straying feet.
The sky is clouded
and the sun has set.
In the darkness of the night
leaves keep falling on ... -
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12.12.17 Lilly Y L
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