Saturday, October 24, 2015

the silhouettes of trees

in the fading light of dusk

containing all sunsets

that were or will be

and me in my temporary

life in this identity

all the melancholy

of the past

subsumes the falling night

absorbs all the mystery

and paints a scene

of realization holding more

that my mind could hold

or that my heart could bear....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

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