Wednesday, March 13, 2013

In which tryph writes

Whispering fingers
Gloved in lacy tendrils
Of lacy smoke
Caressing the cheek
Wrinkled and blackened
With age
Tired green eyes
Watch the display
Jaded with time
And dismay
Whispers of long fingers
Lacy tendrils
Forgotten by time
By all who don't
See the smoke







(I never claimed it was any good....)

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