Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Every day
A dream runs through
Like a river
Cold enough to steal my breath
And waken shivers
I hope
This windowed corner
In the room
I inhabit, holds space enough
For waiting soon.
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