(#) Ephemeral Poem by Alice Cuenca

(#) Ephemeral



...here comes the wind
nudging her body
at a standstill
that clings to solitude
a blissful wind
but transitory
she took a snapshot
and frame him
in her heart...

Friday, February 13, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: solitude,wind
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