You ask,
what is it that isn't there?
The color of the trees before
their limbs went bare.
What is it that isn't there?
What remains is music
that floated once in air.
The sweater that you wore
held a single strand of hair.
Friday, November 06, 2009
The Little Sadness Poem --revised a few times
You ask,
what is it that isn't there?
The color of the trees before
their limbs went bare.
What is it that isn't there?
What remains is music
that floated once in air.
The sweater that you wore
held a single strand of hair.
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2 comments:
Touchingly beautiful, and beautifully touching.
Just lovely :)
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