tears
i drew on the steamed window
today a single heart with
an arrow through it like the
hearts i would draw on your
many letters; however, the
trail i left on the pane
from tracing this heart slowly
trickled a thin path of water
down the window pane as my
tears trickle a path down
the window pane of my sad
little face.
"down the window pane"
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
13jan06
she hooked herself to the moon
so that she may drift away
into the night.
when she whispers,
it is the breath of night
that now responds
not the full rich voice of him
that is saved for the earth
which she is no longer a part of.
"no longer a part of"
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
13jan06
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