Saturday, February 03, 2007

Names of a beloved
Fews for a much
Clues for such
such misty and hazing tints…

How can we just
just take the skirt-welts
of our landed love as it melts
and follow the footprints?

How can we be the callers?
Painters without the colours…
He was the many, the one
The forgotten part of forgotten done
Let the memories paint ahead
and let them live…


not a dancer said...

Но вы назвали меня без вас знали цвет вашей воли называть

not a dancer either said...

И я назвал безыменное одно.