Black August (Double Senryu)

by Maple Tree   Sep 25, 2014


August comes to mind
lingering in deathly words,
a black night poem.

Barely Breathing - I
died under a maple tree,
poetry lives on.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Dancing Rivers

    Another of many enchanting pieces,I love that"barely breathing,I died under the maple tree"there's an elegant sense of perfect peace in this line :-)