Take a leaf
by its silence
wading down the earth
A remorse;
A harse wind howl
All ripeness
has a yellow flavour
Sweetness falling down
Sagging skin;
An old age adage
Take it one
by all faith
The one born
Will get a whip;
Either animal or plant
All past
has one way to go
One more dimension to extend
A timber or a corpse;
A tree or nature that ‘I’ pretends
Sparkling images enhance the aura of the poem.
So much thanks dear Sir for your sparkling comment.
A cavalcade of allegories and existential tropes.
So much thanks dear Sir Louis Kasatkin for your valuable comment.