Monday, 11 February 2013

Been a while

Square against the thumb the cold
Steel fresh with a winter physics.
The sunlight livid on pallid walls
Dry-defeated in achromatics.

Lips alone are mightier than the pen.
Like sleet drops on mountain brooks
Leave imprints on the the water's skin,
They outclass poems in swallowed lyrics.

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