Friday, November 20, 2009

Appearances


The swaying twigs moved slowly
and stirred my face.
The lake retreats into its own depths,
leaving me trapped
in my dissolved image.

3 comments:

Gerry Boyd said...

absolutely beautiful words and photo. bravo!

Nazia Mallick said...

Thank You Gerry!

Pallav said...

nice poem!

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