Tuesday, January 11, 2005


she stared as it gLitters
the fantasy she had written
of a crumpLed drama
in the duLL tone of sepia

what passed by was a pattern
of Lines that was bLotted
waLked out of dismay
runaway from aLL the bother

come across to the meadow
from a scene Long ago
wouLd not want to be awaken
smiLes in the dream of this maiden

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