Whispers

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The autumn leaves

Blow over the moonlit
pavement

Browns, chestnut red

Dry against hard gray

The moon’s silhouette

A gentle breeze

And silent footsteps

In the silent night

Her dress

An angel’s white

Of snow and nothing

Whispers of childhood’s end

And joy

And sorrow

Awe of the future

The trees overhead

Make a great sound

Of letting down their dry
rain

The caressing wind grows
harsh

All above shakes

Small drops

Join the errant sea below

How few people

Refract others light

Back to
them?

Long chestnut silk

Amethyst jewels

Against and with

An angel’s smile

Smooth porcelain

Never marred

Nor innocence lost

A small leaf

A black feather

A single fibre
of hair

Dead brown

Lively reds and class=SpellE>golds

The ebony of silk

Floating to the ground

The moonstones vanished

Silver

Gold

Red

Green

Blue

All together

Not woven

Shinning in the moonlight

And return back to it

Despair

Which had
slid

Down into your stomach

Like a lack cobra

Disappears

As small rain

Patters on the sidewalk

Did it, too once drink of
darkness

Only to be dispelled by
light?

The light

The rain,

Pouring down

Laughter blows

Across the moon-colored lawn

Innocence of children

Joys of greens and silvers

Blue lit on late nights

The sounds carry

Never dying

The hot gold

Elation to us

It burns

And destroys

And is destroyed

Yet, is reborn, once more

In the palm of roses

Crimson

The soft stars

Bring the rain down

Upon the sidewalk