Original Poetry

14.2.2016

Just like autumn leaves

and the winter snow,

I fall,

for you

over and over

again.

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Original Poetry

A Middle Eastern Sunrise

 

I felt you in the Eastern sunrise
just as I felt you in the Western sunset,
but you weren’t there.
I saw you in the overlapping mountain peaks
and in the layer of mist caressing the snow-capped tips,
but you still weren’t there.
I sensed you in the mid-winter breeze
as it lashed it’s claws onto my skin
but you weren’t there next to me.
How can one be everywhere
without being anywhere at all?
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