Trees spilling with boughs of white flowers Like bright eyes, shrouded in the waxy palms of leaves I watch some fall, stolen by the breeze, I watch them fall (in love). Petals unfurling, they embrace the dusk with open arms, sprinkling the earth. Hush. Listen to them land: tiny, soft blankets for unseen slumbering fairies.…
Read MoreWords and Music #2: Where is Home? (A Poem)
Inspired by the Cloud Atlas End Title Where is home? Nothing stays still. Usually I run towards the horizon, and time plays tag with me Pulling me forward, and forward And forward. One day, I think, I’ll say: tag! But I’ll be tagged myself, and it will be time to leave this world. But sometimes…
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