The leaves thirsting for life singe softly at the dousing of the tiny fires in each of its membrane ,as its hunger for life is given a fresh lease ,in a symbolic manner ,as it also gives form and expression to the sound carried by each droplet in its cycle allowing it to be emitted and echoed ,by the leaves.
Deep within is a sound of sawing ,the mercilessness of time.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home