orgami's Diaryland Diary

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when I think often enough

exchelon

sweet this savour
dripping like the faucet
the stain bled forgetfulness

the light faint and hopefilled
smearing on the wall
the cities breath
of buses jets landing
night traffic
jostling
comforting

restless wandering
beneath eyelids
these feilds
we gather clouds

in the winds
the grasses bending
whispering names

I see revelations
in the light
with each stroke
of breeze
glistening
like spring melts

wake to a door
closing in the hall
and its winter again

shivering beneath the
quilts
watching snow like
falling stars

9:00 p.m. - 2010-12-14

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