Weight of Words

The autumn like this
I am facing for the very first time.

I am writing to you
although I have no address.

My words are like a hunger,
never the same, never with the same weight.

While this autumn
travels with the rain through my heart

I am sending you regard
with the wind, blown off my lips.

poem by Vida Nenadic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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