
Light
Again light strikes
a bare landscape,
again evening falls,
night arrives
And you stand at the side of the smallest shadow
as before.
You don't feel anxiety,
are as quiet
as the stones, the withered grass:
this that was given you
of earth
of life.
....(rorem photo)
1 comment:
Strange combination with the landscape, a feeling of dreary, cold, loneliness; at the same time a warmth of spirit. Is a beautiful poem.Raj
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