Visiting Veruschka Poem by Liyo Denorte

Visiting Veruschka



purple haze
of a sighing breeze
how could i forget
those clinging memories

a cup of powdered bones
a spoonful of tears
come lathering
towards the northwest shores

Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: purple
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