Tuesday, August 25, 2015


by azly rahman


Beautiful is autumn
The falling leaves.
From your window
Solemn. Whispering
A haiku of the heart
That knows apple trees too

A hunter
hunted he will never be
As he disappears into the trees
Of mahogany
whispering to the beauteous heart
O destiny O memory
do you know where you’re going to?

I bid you goodnight Serenity
I will be spending the evening
amongst mahoganies
where Diana Ross will be serenading me

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