Coldness surrounds 'around'
Silence murmurs everywhere
Darkness swallows every light
Grief fills the heart
Tears sail down from eyes.
Filled with myriad of questions,
Why always "so soon"?
Why always fresh leaves?
What becomes of a mirror
When the image is missing?
What becomes of a tree
When all leaves leave?
Days go, days come
Tears wipe, tears flow.
The nous is in quandary
Which leaf is next.
God!
Why?
©laari
L