Post by strangeclouds on Dec 10, 2004 0:34:42 GMT -5
If you ask what I saw,
I could see
nothing...
but things-
grow older...
and-
out of reach.
I never loved the sky...
I was too envious
from being forced
to throw my shadow
against sunburnt grass...
...because- even then,
I knew-
you could die
just from [sunshine]
itself.
Every year-
I- fell.
and my many secrets faded
and flew from me
just to
regrow
and leave me alone again...
forever. and. never.
But I was not ungreatful
to watch
your feathers
scatter
like my leaves...
to wait-
to-
fade...
into...
...the next.
