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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