Friday, June 5, 2015

The Light

                                             ... the deep sigh of memory

                                                                 ... and still the light in which you hold me

Painting by Chen Bolan


  1. Sometimes, in remembering, I truly feel surrounded by the light of other days. There is a security in it that defies analysis. Your poem is beautiful.


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