mallige hu
Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I write. And maybe someone will read and find a flower among these weeds.
Friday, 25 February 2011
February
hungry for spring
i think it is too early for the leaves
to emerge
yet
let me dwell
a little longer
in my dark cold cell
it is too early, i think, for sunshine
it is too early for the birds to sing
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