D E W

I
reluctant
fall
cold perpetuate the silence
the air was shaking tortured
doubt
the night is too dark
for exposed
sun hastily ran left
morning
: Heart silent piece glued
enchanted and silent

I
will
be
stone
and bombarding the earth's crust
with a thousand stale story
unspeakable grief
has been ingrained color
wilted leaves
: Still rest piece missed
careful when cracking
hit time and passed
as the dust ....

Agats - Asmat, May 25, 2010