Friday, April 27, 2012


I regrettably yielded, I finally submitted.

Like a soft wind that breezes off a weathered leaf,

Too subtle, feeling reassured of a gentle catch beneath,

Just as any other scoured leaf on a mid-autumn day.

Fragility that once beacons,

It dithers, never ceases to be restless,

A fallen life, a fatal choice of falling.


what do you think?