Image © Hannes Jung
i have no memory
of times now flown
memory is veiled
or covered ‘oer
life’s brilliant moments
have yet to arrive
to grace my path
as an incoming tide
colors gold, silver, copper
unnoticed and diffused
grace other lives
a parsimonious ruse
days are now dark
running all together
as flocks of crows
amassing black feathers
caress filtered light of day
plaintive cries of my soul
blind of what i cannot see
another winter night unfolds
© January 2013
Renee Espriu
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