Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Wait

Icy chilly winds
Across the swarthy land

Sun turning blood red
Night perpetually grey

a lonely pebble
waiting for kindness
of a wandering foot
to seek new lands
Posted by Damozel at 9:49 am
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1 comment:

sujoygolan said...

Exquisite imagery. Brings the scene alive.

12:41 am

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