▶️Petricor-Ludovico Einaudi
The light is fading
Slowly as it seems
The ray of a fallen star.
Shadows are mourning
And the dark is pouring
From a small hole
In the brightest sky.
Leaves are leaving
Like sunken dreams
Apart at the seams.
YOU ARE READING
The shadow through
Poetry"Small circles and small steps back and forth till it makes no sense."
