A Diary

today, i commune with nature.

the trees are talking and the grasses
are not sleepy, and the sun shines like it
is its last day

and the moon comes and shines too
like it is the last night of its life.

the silvery river flowed like a big worm
and the stars played fireflies

i heave a sigh and then release it like a bird
from a cage.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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