Midnight clouds
Silvery light across the lake ice
Cold lonely whistle of a distant train
Snaking through a valley forlorn
Memories through frosted glass
Happy giggles in the remote past
Light plays tricks in the shadows
The haze of reality swims
Through a frozen lake
Four seasons go by
A single frame at a time
Winds howl the only content
Breezing through life’s clock
And the sliding silvery light
Of moon shadow pulsating
A voice asks
Feel my heart beat
Hide under heaven
2 comments:
Pride and Prejudice is a film to feel.
Pride and Prejujudice a film all right....But to feel is to touch and hear feel....a film can remind one of what could be and should be...but the script of life has its own writer...
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