Monday, February 04, 2008

In Winter

In winter,
............icicles form on my thoughts.
The lessening
............green is covered by white.
............Once fond memories are sent shivering
Out
............into the frigid blue air
............on clouds of slumbering grey.
But the scent of her
............perfume still remains,
............like a pink blossom
On these crumbling
............prison walls.

(-written in my college years)

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