Memory is a SpyglassA Poem by jdTellamemory is a spyglass through which I see a worn-out photograph where my hand is holding yours on a stray land
night is a suitcase in which I keep the outer space open it wide and take with you the galaxy inside
time is a snowflake melting down over a patchwork on which we lay looking up for the silver plate
day is a sound box of falling sand inside an hourglass turn it around so we go back
to lay on the ground © 2016 jdTellaReviews
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1 Review Added on December 5, 2016 Last Updated on December 5, 2016 AuthorjdTellaQuito, EcuadorAbout"A black highway cutting through hills of white. A pale light hitting the mountains on the side, beyond the road. Empty wooden houses telling the traveller that sometimes, somehow, people inhabit that.. more..Writing
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