these lonely streets both wistful and indulgent;
neglectful, tolerant. effervescent, rollicking.
soft whispers that resonate.
frozen to perfection: every droplet manipulated,
every shivering leaf gently placed,
every quivering tree deliberately silenced.
the muted air disorienting.
Friday, 10 June 2011
A Lament for the Winter.
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