A stem is gone,
The leaves won’t shiver,
As the wind swirl around
A portrait that is blank,
A sky, austere as dust
Sprinkle on the blue view
Of your eyes that see no stem,
That holds petals
And leaves,
That won’t quiver,
Because the earth is wrinkled.
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 10:53 PM UTC
A stem is gone,
The leaves won’t shiver,
As the wind swirl around
A portrait that is blank,
A sky, austere as dust
Sprinkle on the blue view
Of your eyes that see no stem,
That holds petals
And leaves,
That won’t quiver,
Because the earth is wrinkled.
Manila, 2008