Monday, August 18, 2014

"Almost a Remembrance" (August 2014)

I recall,
Amongst sleeping streets in the dark winter blue,
The crisp crunch of my boots, the only sound,
Stopping to gaze at quiet homes, 
Adorned with amber-hued Christmas lights,
Like stars of stained glass,
That were never my own.






   

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