The Last Morning

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Rosin

She radiates a halo of treble
to a chorus of rosindusted panes;
She resounds among the dusty bridges
that raise the restaurant's firmament.

2003
Posted by Aurisor at 1:34 AM

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