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Friday, October 8, 2010

Rust

I look through the window.
Pain
And stillness in the air.
Broken trains

On broken rails and street
Cars
Where the asphalt and sky
Meet. Small jars

That hold small memories.
Rust
Covers the keys you hold,
Now in dust.
Photographer unknown

1 comment:

  1. Nice one Liliya
    Reminds me of an old story about memories locked in a box and the key lost.
    Keep writing :)
    Vinod

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