Monday, September 2, 2013

I'm drifting, I'm drifting
As silence in a summer breeze
To hear the laughter of clapping leaves
I drift in silence
To the dying
I drift in silence
To the end of my mortal self
I drift in silence
Then I hear nothing
Do I return as the laughter in clapping leaves?

1 comment:

Human Paradox said...

Fantastic. The Square Corner will always be the laughter of the clapping leaves.