Wednesday, December 26, 2018

The Floating Leaves Strayed

The floating leaves
strayed from the straight
and wrote in cursive
across the river's surface.

What words were written,
I can not say,
but the poetry was just as clear as
the sun's sparkles
playing over the water.

I was blinded with an insight
Which I could neither bear
nor understand.

I still am blinded.

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