Friday, March 20, 2009

newly spring
arrived upon
early times,
still days
pass by
me, every in
wind of my
mind tempts
to soften the
weight of
memory, slowly
steadily with
and unknown
darkened dimmed
memoirs, foil
curved across
the faces in dreams,
seeing them daily,
parcels, packages,
run-offs and tails.

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