Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Ready to Sickle



Crescent moon
Ready to sickle
Ripe barley

Autumn colours
Night refrains from falling
Until the cricket stops

Year gets lonelier
Leaves keep falling down
Drinking your cup, too

Whirling leaves
A girl with her iPhone
Moon’s broad smile

Lonesome beach
Autumn winds and waves
Lonesome driftwood

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