Comment on this article

Maja Trochimczyk

Dark sky spills into an aurora
above mandarin hills
and crooked, rusty rooftops
slowly sinking into the earth,
softened by a lush carpet
of green grasses that will
die and return, and return

Clouds shift and linger
above the ghost town,
that blends into stillness
erasing our presence
with each passing year,
as dreams fade into the past
that will never return, return

Return to:

[New] [Archives] [Join] [Contact Us] [Poetry in Motion] [Store] [Staff] [Guidelines]