Sunday, September 14, 2014


A snowflake soft
as tear travels
the landscape of
my warm cheek
and melts too
into sorrow.

- mrdes

In the window between wakefulness and sleep words came to me. Like tears after dream. Dreams I may have forgotten but not their remnants. Like little pools after rain, those melted, mercury-like, fragments of reality are inverted worlds you step over, afraid that being fragile they will disintegrate.

In the juxtaposition of reality and fiction the essence of the human spirit is heightened. As is the awareness of your surrounding.

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