Tingmo Zema
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
dont remember what it was and who you were
I read your poem
Time stood still, nearly.
Dust around me becomes snowflakes
The dog barking becomes distant
and somewhere leaves rustle
u know me.
I close eyes, sink and drown
Open and the traces are left on my smile.
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