Up there...the 16th floor
open was the door..
the empty place
a few boxes..
a suitcase
the echo sound
and I looked around
here you are
near and far
and when I saw your face
I froze..
wind blowing your hair away
a tender rose
the windy city..took you away
the fading light...here at noon
a night missing the moon
the gray sky
the long sigh
scattered words...out of a sentence
a poem..
written by the silence
of the empty place...
did you hear it?
1 comment:
Finally, a Scribble! You need to write more often. This is very personal and yet it could apply to anyone, which is why it is so meaningful to not just the writer, but the reader. Scribble away!
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