Moonleaves
I am here,
but my body is not.
Spring is here.
Everything is green, light-green.
I can see spring is here,
but I cannot feel it.
My body covered
with dark-green moonleaves,
longing for the soil
that once was mine.
I am here,
but my life is not with me.
Poetry by pia
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Written on 2006-04-16 at 23:44
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