Friday, January 28, 2011

One of these winter afternoons, I would like to look out of the window in my room and have the tree look back at me, de-frosted clean of the icicles of memory...

 
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3 comments:

Minko said...

....with angels of sunshine on your face, a familiar warmth on your lips and may be, a sordid me by your side, looking over the blue hills, together.....

Peripat(h)etic said...

Maybe not...icicles can be really hard, really sticky...its difficult to warmify them into submission

nonsensewares said...

Well, you cannot persist with your prejudiced idea about the hardness of the icicles even before they are allowed to be warmed, as it were. Two, being made warm need to be collapsed with submission; icicles melted might even lead to some enlightening tears and cleared vision forward.