There is no wind
lashing
a fleck of time;
but a dog
howling
at the moon.
There’s no rain
drowning memories;
a cypress only
violent
against
the sun.
01-12-2011
There is no wind
lashing
a fleck of time;
but a dog
howling
at the moon.
There’s no rain
drowning memories;
a cypress only
violent
against
the sun.
01-12-2011
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