Poem 11.10.18

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Union Square Park. New York City.
Dusk. Silhouettes of trees and people in the twilight.
Fallen dried leaves, yellow, red, crushing under my feet.
It is already mid November. Time flys.

Haik Kocharian

Poem 11.10.18 | Ecency