Dec 16, 2009

a fallen leaf

a fallen leaf,
sicken yellow.
singing prose and lulling rose
asleep on earth's torso
worry-less, penny-less
hanging indifferently to breeze
like wax on the candle
like bubble on the soap
dying tomorrow, dying now

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I think I love you.

eddies said...

anonymous fans shadow great "poets". let me take it as a compliment.after all you have the freedom to expression

Amiya chatterjee said...

Check your Nesfield ! Eddie!