19 oct. 2009

Twilight

Mmmm... curved copy
of a silhouette against a windowsill
watching the vessels of self expression
sail away
through the sky so pink against the
shivery still dark tree mountains...
nothing makes you sadder
than meeting the dying day
with tired hands
and no skin to rub them against
but their own.

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