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)
- Published: August 25th, 2018 21:36
- Category: Nature
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