Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Untitled (Day 15, NaPoWriMo 2013)

By Hannah Six

The bright honeyed light of my memory plays
on the emerald pool of my dreams.
When you leave me your scent lingers here for days--
you're still keeping me company, it seems.


1 comment:

shabby girl said...

I've missed so much. Let me go back and see.