Monday, January 30, 2012

30 January 2012

Crumbled paper,
Yellowed edges,
Faded black ink.

Stark white,
Crisp and clear.
Ready for writing.







Barren tree limbs,
Snow covered ground,
And it looks like
The woods are a graveyard.
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