Dying leaves of the lightest branches

fall off the low-lying trees like veils

and they slip over of my eyes, so that

all I see is scattered nothing and

blue blackness in quiet, lonely time

I sink to the floor in fear and overwhelming feeling,

laying my head in damp earth and shrunken

flowers and soft mushrooms

then I rise my refreshed head with the radiant sun,

and I live and breath into a smile

I live and breathe


2 Comments Add yours

  1. judeitakali says:

    gorgeous poetry.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. sammicakes says:

      thank you, so grateful for your comments as always ❤


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