A Winter of Truth

Crouching in the grass

The tiger prepares to leap

And overcome time

.

A winter of truth

Comes to unshackle this heart

Clasping memories

.

Droplet of water

Running down the mirrored glass

Of my naked face

.

A ghost’s reflection

Echoes through the corridors

As it leaves the mind

.

In the still of night

And at the end of the world

The tiger stalks by

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This entry was published on December 22, 2012 at 5:04 PM. It’s filed under Poetry and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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