Tuesday, January 11, 2011

With all my being

Cold... cold...
Her memory is
Like the Winter breeze o'er lakes -
The sighing within.

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous12:48 PM

    It is a subtle skill of sliding on the slope of time that makes present realities of past memories, which in their turn become recalls once more, but, of the future. The image is delectable.