The tomb opens
He emerges
With hands as cold as a frost
asleep on my window since last winter
And lips
Moistened with trust.
11.7.08
finally
The tomb opens
He emerges
With hands as cold as a frost
asleep on my window since last winter
And lips
Moistened with trust.
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this is beautiful. did you take that pic?
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