Wednesday, March 26, 2014


In the solitude
Of your shade
Interspersed with
The Light of Sun
Focusing my sight
Into abstraction
To break the sonance
Of hum drum around
Into rainbow of tones
With individual sounds
Distinctly heard
By fixing a focus
On one at a time.

My mind has slowed
By a bit to
Aid perception.
I am yet not able to
Hear the sound of wind
As it frills around the
Dried leaves
Stirring the blades
Of grass and entwining
The warmth of my skin
With a caress, a touch.
~ A.

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