A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond.
The sound of half a duck quacking.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Standing Outside On a Cold Day
Putting windows on the scars Memories Free to float away Down the stream Passing me a winter coat For the wind I never understood the cold Underneath my skin
I called you out You never came You left your name Forgotten in the snow
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