Saturday, October 12, 2013


Around the universe
our roles are switched
and I am wondering
if you are counting the dead leaves.
Soft rain is falling
and in front of me a yellow carpet
has been unroll by the Fall
but it takes to nowhere
beside a tombstone
I look at the trees
they are waiting to freeze.
The silence is biting
leaving space only
to a leaf that is fading.
Ghosts are whispering,
why nobody is coming.
A lonesome bird is guarding
a stone that no longer
is remembered.

© Diana Mistera 12.10.2013

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