July 11, 2008


A cold willow leaf,
Sticky blood in ice crystals -
Reminiscent of that bygone battle.
Silent eyes meet, without hesitation greet.

Where were they yesterday's day?
Droplets of the same cloud.

A moth between them,
Dust of sleep.
Gold dust.

Mirrorscreen: Blood stains recreate.
The killer moth, kills with quaint silence.

The war's just a scar,
A paint on body's wall.
But the smile of the unmet acquaintance,
Passing by...
Is hard to beat.

Of the days bygone...
Just the sigh remains.

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