Saturday, September 18, 2010

Ruins

Into ruins
Ancient , Past
Outside
Looking in
 

Into caverns
Textures, scents

Inside

What's never been

 




Constantly searching

Colors, peddles

Flowers

That never bloom



 


Randomly breathing

Pounding, beating

Within

Darkened rooms
at

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