Posted by: bogpan | юни 24, 2018

At dusk

At dusk.
The leaves are bending.

In handfuls passing.
The light they are closing.

Under the ground
I won’t be.

Advertisements

Responses

  1. That is a breathtaking poem! If I am reading this right, the imagine of the light enclosed by passing bending leaves is superb!

  2. ah, you are reading very well! excellent! thank you very much for this magnificent gaze!

  3. Now, I am left to wonder if that enclosed light is indeed „the ground“ in which you will disappear. But, let’s not destroy the magic of this beautiful poem!

  4. oh, really, let’s leave everything in the power of the magic of beauty!


Вашият коментар

Попълнете полетата по-долу или кликнете върху икона, за да влезете:

WordPress.com лого

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Промяна )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Промяна )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Промяна )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Промяна )

w

Connecting to %s

Категории

%d bloggers like this: