Poetry

Looking at Maple Leaves

sun setting

africa on the horizon

quiet and still

pale blue light

touch of faint yellow

 

and here i am

thinking of you

our lives together

like no other

 

come with me

into the unknown

without hesitation

but with zeal

 

why not, is

there any other

way rather than this

1 comment on “Looking at Maple Leaves

  1. This is very reminiscent of a Pablo Naruda; good job!

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