Seven days before the end of the year
As they fell the last drops of mist
on the muzzle of a lost reindeer
on the horizon of stars and galaxies intertwined
I go wandering through the centuries, looking for the right word
that defines the particle captured by a stolen kiss.
Eva T. Ribes
2 comentaris:
You always come up with real gems with these poems, WF. :D Thanks so much!
Wishing you and yours a very merry holiday season and lots of love and great experiences to look forward to in 2012, too! :oD
Thanks for you visit Smorg :-)
It's great to read you here. I wish you a very nice Christmas with people you care, family and friends, and an amazing new year full of good surprises and love!
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