domingo, 18 de noviembre de 2012


we will walk
amidst the blades
of cold

our desire
will refuse to settle
amidst the fallen leaves

the wind will sound
its uneven music
admidst the naked branches

we will carry with us
the unsheathed swords
of memory

absorbing the heat
of a far off sun
will require patience

but it will still burn

 --Lorena © 2012

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