1
The breeze
sang of you…
The moon
stood still, staring,
and said nothing.
A tree till dawn
shivered
with longing.
2
Your memory,
in the language of rain,
fell upon the roof…
Even the cobblestones
heard
the alley’s silence.
3
An aged leaf
rolled
across the wet courtyard…
A grieving heart,
merciless,
curled into itself…
Morning, however,
behind the door,
arrived too late.
4
The damp memory
of your gaze
crept along the wall…
The rustle of shoes
spiraled through the wind.
Night
quietly fled.
5
The storm
stole away
the trace of your footsteps…
The alley wall
wept.
6
The open embrace
of the window
breathed in
the scent
of spring’s hands.
7
From the ecstasy
of your arrival,
in autumn’s nakedness…
The blood of a bud
through life’s leaflessness
began to rise.
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