1/20/10

Lost

Find my heart among the reeds
On a thawing Tuesday's misty terrace
History's surface is my sister;
I slither away from soulfulness.

1 comment:

Rema said...

I actually like this a lot.

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in the wake of light, your words bring me more(please, do leave your fingerprints behind, so I may relish the image of our hands after you go.)