it is the quiet nights
after the loud days
that live in the burrows
and ask you
to feel it
all
© Hudson Biko
Tag: micropoetry
waving
the leaves are back on the trees
and the rustle is rife
in the air
again
sometimes
it is the familiar
that saves
you
© Hudson Biko
heading home
it’s sunset
and the birds
are flying
across the sky
singing the songs
and living the dreams
© Hudson Biko
fear.
we are destined
to burn
and that
turns us
to ash
scattered
on graves
© Hudson Biko
sprout
stand in the wilderness.
look at all the trees.
see the leaves
return.
feel the familiar
be new
again.
© Hudson Biko
Photo by Meriç Dağlı
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