Tag Archives: memory

a thing

just a thing

a memory

another blur

a piece of karma,  eaten

by the same old ghost

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come to me

come to me

come to me

in any form

except that memory

~

come to me

in perfume rain

of louring mist,

quiescent gray

 

or slivers that pierce

the end of day, bleeding

upon the edge near night

colors dim in pastel light

~

come to me

come to me

in any form

except that memory