Spring had just begun,
yet winter falls without words,
to live this brief moment.
To face with fate alone,
last winter’s light,
but a handful of leaves.
.
On the verge of dark and painful twilight,
lingering on simple beauty,
for one more breath.
Seeding this earth,
with one vital attention,
flowing deep into moon’s shadow.
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Sunit 16.12.09