A Breath Of Whispers

Summer Sonata

The morning birdsong,

That summer sonata

Beneath the wisps of cloud

Beside the crimson,

Melodic shroud

An endless chorus

Of a timeless tune,

Forever will it thrum

To the beat of my heart

In Autumn Rust

Have you seen

How she whispers softly

Silent in the dark

Sweeping through the meadows

And dancing her delicate touch

Upon the trees

Do you see autumn embrace

The morning horizon

With a cool blanket of mist

As she rusts the fall of leaves

Infinite In Decay

I am but a second,

One moment

From bliss,

Joy slips sideways

Within the twist

Of a minute hand..

Unequal

To the claustrophobic touch

In the midnight of day,

A crack

In a broken hour glass

And as sand,

I drift

Infinite in decay

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