a morning leaf
I have come here
to rest
to restore
I am the only one here
first the deepest
scarlet
then intense red
giving way to
an orange that
would quench a
thirsty world
sitting by the window
writing this
the light pours in
blinding me
as a golden rod
sharp shadows
of my face
silhouette
the wall
o the silence
the silence of it all
you could hear
a leaf fall
Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2014-02-11 at 22:24
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