Falling leaves
Mothupi Makwesha Jacob I loved a woman; kept it secret for she is a leaf; She belongs to the howling of winds; Seasoned to not wait for dawn to summon Her to the harmonious mirth of chirping birds. I remembered how to let her go with passing Moments for I wasn’t one with them, I was merely A street sweeper with time to kill. Now I sleep among crawling leaves; Littered purposelessly below horns Of branches scathed by winter’s gawk; My heart lies strewn and cold there: Faintly beating . . . masked in infatuation. Widget is loading comments...
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