Alice Cuenca - (! ! ! !) FALLING

...of the clearing
of the trees
a leaf, sustain
the load of sorrow

silent and penetrating,
he who holds the glass
that bends the sunlight
somewhere...
multifaceted.
turning away
from my direction

the growing hours
of the silent autumn wind
carries the incandescent hues
impressed on a leaf.
a memory. falling.

Alice Cuenca

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