after the rain
dim light trickling through
the forest trees
cutting open
the pages of an old book
smell of words
chalk screeching
on the blackboard
winter chill
time to go
a dried leaf falls
from my passport
after the rain
dim light trickling through
the forest trees
cutting open
the pages of an old book
smell of words
chalk screeching
on the blackboard
winter chill
time to go
a dried leaf falls
from my passport