Silence will not be the form of you in me
at the edge of fate, we scream
the last sigh of our exiatence.
The veins of trees are visible
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The veins of trees are visible devoid of leaves, as if free of all pretexts. Autumns elegy looks more of a songs verse than a poetry.Great anthology for autumn here.Nice one.
Strong imagery and words that sock a punch! A definite 10 imho.