your memory.

your memory.

Rummaging through old and

New seasons

Throwing kisses upon

My sleep

Folding up my fragile smile

Reflecting in waters as tranquil

As I can not stand

Forever and never webbed in

An old haunted tree  

Seeping your voice inside

Quiet halls where old lovers

Dance to scattered prose

Pouring trails of snowflakes

Upon July grass

To slip me up for

The summer

Standing still and

Completely clear

In the zooming past of

Everywhere. 

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