walking with a little poetic licence

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

A Crack in the Window

The sweetest breeze
squeezing through
a crack in the window,
letting nostagia flow
 
Sensualy within
a forgotton being.
Suddenly feeling
there may still be

a world beyond the pain.
 
Fingers imprint the dirt of yesterday,
pushing the glass,
opening the crack
a little way further,

To breathe the heady scents
into hidden spaces

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