The Moment

 

The Moment

Now I am seeing that winter
across the busy and discrete street -
The leafless poplars, the rustling sounds
when I stepped on the fallen leaves
So quiet. 
Each sound was spelled out crisply
and the smell, a mixture of decaying
of decomposing,
with the last fragrance
of Life
 

Once, I was there
I was also absent-minded as I am now
sitting in a car
in the rain
in a city where I am becoming
a stranger

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• 诗与画，很默契。圣诞快乐！ -snowandlotus- ♀ (0 bytes) () 12/24/2021 postreply 18:49:31

• 谢谢雪莲。节日快乐。 -影云- ♀ (0 bytes) () 12/24/2021 postreply 21:18:21

• 影云，圣诞快乐。图片和你的网名很像。 -禾口- ♀ (0 bytes) () 12/24/2021 postreply 20:04:00

• 谢谢禾口；欣赏你的理性，多分享。节日快乐。 -影云- ♀ (0 bytes) () 12/24/2021 postreply 21:19:27

• 一首冷峻而脆弱的诗。。。。 -简丹儿- ♀ (25 bytes) () 12/24/2021 postreply 20:29:40

• 谢谢丹儿。休假还真的开始了。节日快乐。 -影云- ♀ (0 bytes) () 12/24/2021 postreply 21:20:45

• "Spelled" is a word well chosen . -中间小谢- ♂ (0 bytes) () 12/24/2021 postreply 21:52:59

• Thank you, XiaoXie, for seeing that. -影云- ♀ (0 bytes) () 12/25/2021 postreply 08:56:58