
Light filters through the trees, Small dots of light between the leaves... Night grows near, The soft dusk late... As for something unknown, I absently wait.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 114 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 05-20-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2916400
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Waiting
Light filters
Through the trees
Small dots of light
Between the leaves
Shadows move
In the green below
Clouds drift by
Nowhere to go
.
Brown patches in green
Death still lingers
In a world of light
Life clutched in its fingers
Wet hair drips
A reflection in the glass
The orange glow dying
Minutes pass
.
Droplets of water
Waiting for something
To be erased, changed
Anywhere, anything
Night grows near
The soft dusk late
As for something unknown
I absently wait
Quite abstract there, I think. I tried to make it so different meanings could come of it. Hope you liked it, thanks for reading and reviews are more than welcome.
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