this breeze
the front it shadowed
the hair it blew through
on its way to you
this memory
gone as if it never was
the mind a sieve
emptying
these words
like cobwebs
in the corner of a room
which stands no more
Sunday, July 19, 2009
everything temporary
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2 comments:
words of truth.
beautiful cruelty.
good to see you writing again, Sir.
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