Moments

 

 

Just yesterday when I saw her angelic form

through the open window

 

summer heat conspired

with her bedroom’s

privacy, loneliness

 

awestruck by her beauty

I couldn’t yet understand

 

until later in life I learned

the meaning of moaning

 

when years had turned

into brown dry leaves

blown by the wind onto

the sidewalk of life

 

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