My Interpretation of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.


Spherical light under a tree,

half a glass of overnight fog,

about to break free from,

shattering sight,

and take off,

in the early morning,

when the first ray of sunshines falling,

plastering the golden autumn ,

temperature at the fingertips frozen,

a closeup of the season,

the last litterfalls,


heavy weight of frost,

on the heart,

a code word for,

a long winter.




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