Friday

Harmonies

Dragonflies buzz upon the
frosted cobblestone fog.
The corpulence of living
meets the lightness of death
with a melancholy sough.
And I falter,
trying to understand naked tunes
from the lonely streets of winter.

4 comments:

Marukatsu said...

A little lonly,
but nice poem!

Have a nice day!

Sagar said...

Marukatsu~ Thanks so much, glad you liked it. :)

frozenwell said...

nice light hearted poem..keep it up...:)

Sagar said...

frozenwell~ Glad you liked it. :)

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