marți, 22 februarie 2011

Kiss

A bird has fallen

Onto dead leaves….
The carpet of fall
Has shivered into the night.
A star kissed the leaf
That it knew since last summer.
It was bitter…
Green, fresh, bright.
It was last summer
Like a bird that sings and flies
Towards the light of spring sun.

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