{scraps of things from the pocket of an old coat}

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

the aeolian harp - #3

one of the Somethings i wrote for the current prompt over here.

~*~

memoria

they drift through
the waking death
of half-places.
sorrow and laughter
mingle in remembrance
of a life in chains
and a soul set free.


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