There is truth in
the fleeting beauty
of the shadows of trees.
Only your light swims
polynomial arcs, leaves
in the sea of air
exhaled by winter.
Glimpses only the weight
of your branches can unfold
and loves only the
paths of our soul have foretold.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 6:44 AM UTC
There is truth in
the fleeting beauty
of the shadows of trees.
Only your light swims
polynomial arcs, leaves
in the sea of air
exhaled by winter.
Glimpses only the weight
of your branches can unfold
and loves only the
paths of our soul have foretold.
