Falling

Falling

A Poem by Igor G. Balatsky

Each time I hear the sound of a falling leaf

from the old chestnut-tree

in my backyard

I think neither of

the principles of celestial mechanics

nor the law of terrestrial gravitation

nor even salvation

of my sinful soul - 

I actually don't think at all:

I am simply 

listening to Autumn...

© 2012 Igor G. Balatsky


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Sometimes, being stoned in a paused moment of time is the best productive thing one could do in a day.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Letting it vibrate its own meaning without words, sometimes those concepts formed from simplicity are the best. Great poem.

Posted 12 Years Ago


What a refreshing point of view. Sometimes not thinking is the best thinking of all...

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on February 20, 2012
Last Updated on February 22, 2012
Tags: autumn, instant, life, transience, vers libre

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Igor G. Balatsky
Igor G. Balatsky

Ukraine



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