...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.
I love the aura of your writing style. Very tactful selection of metaphors! Thank you for commenting on one of my poems!
a hope that holds the clouds.....to reach the destiny that waited for.... thou....in a state of falling it rise to the pendulum to stay.... a courage of the dawning day to come...thank you my friend for sharing this wisdom of waiting and standing to walk again...God bless....a 10 +++++
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I would like to translate this poem
puling... ang mata napuling... back to writing candice, superb poem..a ten