Thursday, February 10, 2011

Sluiced


He knew me at once.
The sky glistened; the earth shimmered,
His touch turned me from stone to water.
After ages…I wept.

2 comments:

Basque-Land said...

....and sometimes the flooding takes time to run its course and become a trickle. Nice image.

Nazia Mallick said...

:)Thanks Rozanna!

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