Motion of Glow, a poem by Tamar Gvelesiani at
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Motion of Glow

Motion of Glow

written by: Tamar Gvelesiani



Autumn has come
That motion of glow,
Trees of silence,
Mansards that blow.

Walkers on colored pavement,
Mothers still whisper:
“Children will blow.”

As autumn comes
Leaves rattle slow,
Seeing us together
Like cosmic blow.

Humans on earth –
That priceless show,
Wishing to grow up,
But still walk alone.

We are children of grief and sorrow
Covered with leaves of red and yellow,
Turning from pale to vivid fields,
Till the Sun covers our wounds,
We freeze.

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