Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Established Granite Sins

In the near future
I will be no closer
to the place
I wish to be.

Imagine a spirit of a girl
sauntering over the decaying
summer garden that succumbs to autumn.
She hangs over the withered leaves.
Her ombre appearance disturbs
the quiet scene of a vacant
backyard she grew up in.

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