Thursday, December 07, 2006

Imagery in poems 2


Reflect


We walk past
the places we used to
examine each others
faces, the flakes
of snow
find a home
in your
lashes.

The darkness makes
sweet silhouettes
as we walk past
the places we used
to examine
each others faces


- all the shops were shut.

dreaming.

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