Old leaves fell
And we walked
Over
Them
It was all silent
In the forest
Except
Our path
Which we never chose
But it took us
Where
The night ends
… Then
Old leaves fell
Even when
Our feet forgot
That the forest
At night
Makes
New paths
To take
Alone
At
Sunrise
December 20, 2021
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2021
This is a painting I did for memories I hope to
recall more than once
Beutiful at both levels.
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