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Friday, February 5, 2010

Monday, January 25, 2010

Time passes
Strangely
A month since Christmas
And the flowers brown
In a holiday water glass
While the rain pounds down
Outside
And I dream
Of Summer shadows
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1 comment:

Lori G. said...

This is a great poem. The tone is very wistful.

February 5, 2010 at 4:39 p.m.

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