The Season That Didn'T Exist
So the time
just like a river
lowers each waterside
from a higher
to a small one
or from colorful
to horizon.
Yes.
So the time.
The children,
each fall
the yellow leaves
they gather.
"The Man Who…" 2009
Copyright © Bozhidar Pangelov | Year Posted 2014
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