Time passes.
The heart does not.
Visit my author page.
2017
on the first minute
of this day
I lost her.
I miss her as if
the year has not
yet passed.
2016
Golden cloud forms
take an almost
animistic pose.
2015
A crumpled napkin runs from some
horrible fate,
as if it doesn't already
know it's a ghost,
frozen in form, time,
and mind.
Tis the Season!
2014
A nice reminder of spring
in the early days of winter.
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