▲ 0 ▼ June 4, 2016 at 10:56 pm Patricia Esperon says: Telling untold reverberations of clandestine chlorophyll.
outside,sun,trees,fresh air,freedom.
For a bus, she waited, reading.
She sat, she wrote, she lived.
Why did I leave the path?
I love her more than life.
Telling untold reverberations of clandestine chlorophyll.
She sat motionless, without reacting.
She sat and breathed the solitude
Alanis Morrissette’s got nothing on me.
The aching trees dripped with poetry.