Sunday, March 27, 2016

when it was not.

winter had come
its spring now
today I put back
some quilts
some phenyl tablets
insects silver fish
may it
intact next winter

I was thinking
and wrote
you may come

night has come
another test
as day

I remember
may be

its good

without

then I see
desolate lanes
it haunt me
out of blue

I ask myself

when it was not. 

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