I Think Of The Word Poem by Lazarus Knix

I Think Of The Word



I think of the word
“Humanity” and quickly
Move to Autumn

Our destiny is
Beauty felt while falling, short
Autumns are deepest.

You say a word, and
I hear summer, a fervor
For recognition-

While you walk away
I mutter “Winter”, for frost
Lives in loneliness.

When I recall you
And your memory, I feel
Spring in it’s rebirth.

Silence
Here
Silence

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