martes, enero 11, 2005

The night the poet went to a radio station

Let us fall into each other
like leaves on the autumn sky
hungry city
let us be falling doves
on the joyless playground
let her be the glorious autumn leaf
that holds my soul
as nature holds life.

1 comentario:

autumn leaf dijo...

este poema me encanta y tu y yo sabemos porque, siempre sere la hoja que guarda tu alma.