Category: Prose

Symphony

Whispering softly,

The wind tells me its secrets

With every breeze it blows.

I close my eyes and

listen closely to the dance of the leaves

Twirling in the air,

And the symphony of the wind singing everywhere.

-m.m.jan

Pass

You wish to grab a meal together

And act like nothing occurred?

During the past months of ungrateful encounters

A day without seeing you is what I’ve always preferred.