Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Throes





Dear heart-
in the winter of love,
when these glass panes begin to quake,
I rush to close my aching windows.




© Nazia J 

Image:www.robertstrongwoodward.com

1 comment:

Chante said...

This is gorgeous!

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