Falling leaves

Falling down

Humming, humming, humming

Dancing with the blow of naked wind

Falling leaves

Falling down

Running, running, running

Swallowing pain through the mountain

Falling leaves

Falling down

Hanging, hanging, hanging

Waiting for tomorrow rays of sun

Falling leaves

Falling down

Spelling, spelling, spelling

over

Would you come?

poem poetry prosa sajak

10:10 PM

On winding road

And

a generous night,

You drove me slowly 

by millions constellations

Then i realized,

When my eyes

met yours,

i was drowning

in a deep blue sea of 

your mind.

(At their office, one fine sunny day)

poetry prosa

9:51 PM