DocAndersen
I follow
the sugar.
Each red leaf
as it
from green
separates
and floats to the ground
I am the sugar.
Leaving
and returning
moving
always moving.
Each of us
connected
but disconnected.
Together
but always alone.
We cling
hold
grasp
until there is
no more
and falling
we seek
the sugar lost…
Oh there is a poet hiding behind the tech expert! Beautiful musing Doc…tweeted as usual
As there is a pixie in every woman per someone I know. Although I would prefer to say there is a tech guy in the poet :-).
Waooo Nice Story lines!
Thank you Hamza, glad you liked it!