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




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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