Adios...
summers
that
have slowly
melted
and
trickled
through
our
lips
as
wetkisses
and
sprung
into gorges
between our hearts
to drift away
as a warm
and dear memory
into the seawater
of cold winter.
-A window ajar is a prelude in building to the joy of being limitless! That uneasiness of being familiar somehow, sometime, somewhere.......
Monday, June 19, 2006
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8 comments:
Summer is still dripping from above my brow here.
Would love to be at a beach in winter. Come to think of it, its winter in Oz.
why do we always equate cold with loneliness?
just wonderin'.
soulful...the writing
beautiful, the sentiments
sol,
in mind in heart
one summer one winter
one sun
one beach...
sol, perhaps coz what our cold does to us, our warmth does to others? wonderin too
adhoc,
an invisible thanks
Wonderful words slip warm into my soul and linger like winter permafrost :-)
- Martin
Touche..Martin
very nice...
Thanks
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