Friday 4 May 2012

What Remains

Sunsets
Curtains
Lights
Shadows
Cricket

An unspoken thought
A dead scream
An aired smell
A numbed touch
An overlooked sight

Take one from one
Desecrate two
Breed air
Quench thirst and fire
Mingle goldflakes and stardust

Close your eyes
You see it now.

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