Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Memories

Like the last few labored breaths
Of a dying flower
Whose scent may travel far
With the wind
Comes to me the scent
Of your last words
As they resound in the
The fine sands of history

1 comment:

Ta'fxkz said...

languid imagery - slow and gripping

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