Serenity (8) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Serenity (8)



The night is a foliage of darkness.
The hours are the leaves.
I pluck them one by one
But they are endless.
You whisper: each hour has its four seasons. Also dawn.
The leaves will fall by themselves
In an autumn of small mercies.

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