There's a Wind Blowing

There's a wind blowing in the valley nights
The leaves become yellow wilt catch
You aborted the next day
Along the branch that held memories
Going back to the ground
There was silence throughout the valley
On every song is sung
The dance is not finished
Tonight the wind is much
stepped into the woods
The trail of wet grass
You stepped in stunned

poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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