Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Wind

She walked against a dry wind that made her eyes as stone
This girl I knew has fallen over time,
And when she walks slowly now in old tattered clothes,
I curse what I resent: that cruel dry wind
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2 comments:

Human Paradox said...

I like this grit in this. A raw beauty.

January 4, 2012 at 8:49 PM
Matthew John Davies said...

Cuts me wonderfully deep. Some phrases are going to stick with me for sure.

January 18, 2012 at 9:23 AM

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