What You Were

satishverma

Cessation had no direct threats. 
You had stopped thinking. 

A shadowy future starts hating 
you and your financial motives. 

The September light falls on leaves 
ready to go, yellow-brown-red. 

You are still warm, still receptive 
of the hollyhocks to welcome you. 

A guiltless flight with singing birds- 
homing to their mating abodes. 

You want to arrive 
without qualms, without fainting.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 25th, 2018 21:36
  • Category: Nature
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