Martas poems for Sunday, November 09, 2008

Sunday, November 9, 2008

White winter skies...

W hite winter skies, drained of blues, Blank, but not empty, like canvases erased. Ghosts of past clouds run within them, stirred by cold, misty humid winds. My ghosts are also disturbed by the empty sight of nothingness, ghosts of ideas and feelings that once were, essences that remained behind... Sign in to see full entry.

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