Sunday, October 27, 2013

Echoes Of A Past

I stood and watched the dark
but I couldn’t smell the sea
as the snow began to melt –
and the silence left groves
along the muddy ground
where skipping stones
once danced ~ . ~ . ~ ….
like thin air upon the mountain
which brought tears to the rain
as kisses fell upon my silent lips
and snow began to fall  
these now muted voices
left echoes…. of a past.


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