cup half–

Posted on by L.T.L.

the sky was undercast,
the weather suddenly clement,
couth birds chirped underhead
and crows were so caring.
trees, inrooted by ages
threw down witness in standstill
dressed their branches in nothing,
eyes widely shut.
some gainly adolescents
shared a pipe of war,
snowdrops looked on-white
whilst the first shoots turned
purple
like the sun setting up
over the treetops, flawful
against a sky thunder-edged
and rather introverted.

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Published by L.T.L.

i was born in the past century. i tried the living fast, but i failed to die young. from all the choices of study before me, i chose linguistics and languages. i am a stranger here, on this earth, on my way to seek my eternal home.