Winterscore ©
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
I’ve walked this so often
I’ve walked this so often
So why remember this
The sunlight through closed eyes
Like I was making wish
Nothing was worth noting
I hadn’t thought of this
I was for a moment
A morning moon transfixed
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