Sunday, December 2, 2007

the past

the orchids in the glass
wilt with the draft sneaking
through the window sill.
and as i wake up to the gray's
and blues
i lose
what i cant afford.
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1 comment:

take/flight said...

the colors in this poem
seem calm and sad
at the same time.
it is beautiful.

December 5, 2007 at 7:08 PM

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