Oct 2013
The light played tag with the shadows and with me.
The wind, close to my ears, began whispering.
A leaf fell from a tree, greeted me, landing on my open hand.
But I felt no light, no wind, no leaf.
I felt nothing.
The wind, close to my ears, began whispering.
A leaf fell from a tree, greeted me, landing on my open hand.
But I felt no light, no wind, no leaf.
I felt nothing.
Was doing HW and came up with this poem for it
