Friday, January 21, 2005Icy DepartureRed cheeked and breathless I greeted you at the sign Caught between two traffic lights And your hands found mine Snug like mittens on a string You walked with me through The powdered streets Of winter’s lonely addiction Postcard scenery and two Pale shadows, caught in Metrical stride, watching... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 2:15 PM Comments (10) (permalink) |
