Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Reluctantly,
the soundless,
dew-wet
cold
gives
impatient night-stars
such
soft
love.

3 comments:

. : A : . said...

I liked the minimalistic nature of this poem. It just runs through fluidly.

Anonymous said...

its delicate like the dew and very pretty too
gulnaz

yvaine said...

oh it's beautiful. so subtle yet so moving!

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