Poems from nette.vi
"Does the wind still rise?"
stories told won't be forgotten
kids running and the sun setting
tell me these don't mean something
can i tell...
I found myself standing on the edgeof the path I trailed everyday.And the roaming machines that passed,a hair's breath away.
Frost curling...
These eyes are round gems
black, I get lost in the looking.
We do not speak.
Our words, cut short,
leave telling shadows
pooling, staining...