Mirroring salted sweat of limes.
Dreadful long march creeped and galloped.
No home seek looms.
A half way of death.
Quadruped war for nothing.
Tremor feet seek a poplar silhouette.
Shaded shadow similar to angel's wing.
Rain, snow, wind, sunlight , eyes dropped.
Mom, our mansard roof missed us.
Categories:
mansard roof, grief,
Form: Tazkira