courtesy: A Dash Of Sunny



I wish I were a tree

who loves to dance

to autumn tune

letting her leaves free.

I watch intently

her beauty broken face.

How she wears winter

with majestic grace!

Porous imperfection

is filled up with truth.

Truth is beauty

and beauty truth*.



*the last two lines are from Keats’ Ode on a Grecian Urn in a roundabout way adding one more word.


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