Images - Poem by Maryse Elot
Images whirling in the wind
Images invaders of mind
Call of the times we left behind.
Images, a wall for the blind...
It is spring in mid afternoon
Images float around me
Images of when we were we
Enjoying the sun or the moon...
The wisterias hang their blossoms
Along the gates of a garden
A mystery and a haven
Images of unknown king domes
Hasten my steps along the way;
No one should dream the time away...
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