...of the clearing <br />of the trees <br />a leaf, sustain <br />the load of sorrow <br /> <br />silent and penetrating, <br />he who holds the glass <br />that bends the sunlight <br />somewhere... <br />multifaceted. <br />turning away <br />from my direction <br /> <br />the growing hours <br />of the silent autumn wind <br />carries the incandescent hues <br />impressed on a leaf. <br />a memory. falling.<br /><br />Alice Cuenca<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/falling-123/
