Moon leaves
The wind always searched by a big tree
that didn't come into leaves anymore
and played around the bark
which shimmered of silver at dusk
where a never judged bird
layed still in it's colourless nest
waiting out
the last night
when yet no shadows of prey were seen
over the songs of bare branches
in a forgotten alley
with memories of a time
that now has shrouded itself
in the unpatterned cloth of silence
Poetry by Telesforos
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Written on 2006-12-19 at 16:46
Tags Sadness Moon Time
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