Saturday Afternoon

I
sit on a
chair of a
lonely world

and
hear the
falling leaves
from a happy

tree.
The iris of
your eye moves
like a wheel

striking
towards me and
I hide under the
covers of the

earth.
I wonder why
I am so afraid
of you.

 

2015

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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