road signsA Poem by Alkonostdrive north towards deadline, cross border where spring snow salts the treeline dusted dry cold snaps break rosy glasses brittle but we go forward at speed, at will with the brights on
absent light reminders of directionless pursuit. © 2011 Alkonost |
StatsAuthorAlkonostCalgary, CanadaAbout"I'm new" it said in quotes. That stands true, for now. I am a young women living in a cold place, keeping warm by writing words. more..Writing
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