Shogunoka Ledesma III
Shogunoka Ledesma III Poems
|1.||Let Me Write||6/29/2006|
|2.||The Gate Of Rashomon||6/29/2006|
|4.||It Could Have Been You||4/29/2007|
|7.||Come Lie With Me||4/29/2007|
|10.||The Mountains Of Dumingag||6/29/2006|
|13.||At 8: 40 Pm||2/10/2006|
|15.||Murder At Six||2/14/2006|
|16.||I Have Seen Autumn||2/9/2006|
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I Have Seen Autumn
I have never felt the chill of winter
Nor the birth of spring
Only the two faces of Nature
The golden sun shining
Or the heavens openly weeping.
But I have seen autumn
As I looked at her
No cold winter in her smile
A promise of summer in her eyes
Her hair of autumn leaves.
I have never felt autumn
But I have seen it
It’s the canvass of Rembrandt
Dark, red, crimson, gold
But I have never felt it.
Is the autumn breeze damp and soft like her lips?
Is the autumn sky naked and warm like her skin?
But I have never kissed her lips nor ...
Murder At Six
The day is dying
Its bright blood smeared
On the azure blanket
See its light blinding no more
The orb resting its head on the horizon
Of salty diamonds
The clouds wipe the blood
Screaming to the heavens