Audrey Ashira

triste

In freewrite, poetry on September 22, 2010 at 4:56 pm

Triste.
It looks like jaune-tinged vert to me
yellow-tinged green
jaune-vert leaves in a grey-skied rain-drenched world.

Triste.
It sounds like a whisper to me.
The inhale, afterwards, the frigid breath of night
in feeling

for feeling is acute in sadness

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