Saturday, February 16, 2013


Late December’s shallow gaze
Echoes of some foregone days
Whose dim reflection now reminds us
Never is the past behind us
When snow-filled meadows catch the eye
As swiftly we go passing by
The veil that often keeps them hidden
Fades, revealing lives forbidden
By the constant march of time
And with it, man’s ambition, blind.

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