for a dear lost friend .....
So the rain
keeps falling
over
strained slightly red leaves
and all
around the nature
prepares the last lonely embrace.
A blast of
wind swarms over the street
and a wet
plastic bag pretends to fly
rising from
the asphalt,
whirling
unsure,
then
suddenly after an attempt
falls down
like a pale
wounded butterfly.
Your
eyes, deep and dark,
put a mute
question,
nobody
knows the answer.
