On First Hearing 'Sous le...' by tarsus1983, literature
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On First Hearing 'Sous le...'
Spring's slumber cradles
dew drenched laurels
beside a cobblestone path
On a bridge
a pale hand reaches
for birds who don't sing
Waiting
waiting
waiting
she watches silver clouds
transform above the green canopy
The golden sun arcs across the sky
But the sands are still
Finally,
a dry petal falls
from the rose held tightly in her hand
It floats away
then dips into the stream
fading
fading
fading
away