Enjoying the decima poem. 🙂
In the clouds, what shapes do you see?
A hand waves, beckoning goodbye
Soft lines, curves seducing the eye
Waiting for rain to reach the sea;
Autumn foliage, what hues do you see?
Mounting anger, searing passion
This longing, creating tension
Yellow to gold fades to brown
Years passing, of what do I own?
Loss, love, singular attention.
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