Summer
In a time so rareamong foliage hanging
in side streets without hours
my hand is in the flower room
motionless
it undulates your hair
the windows in the evening
demand stillness
some times
you are the fall of a leaf
and a veil
dwindling over the flagstones
Poetry by Loke
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Written on 2005-12-14 at 21:48




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