Friday, 8 February 2013

Memoire


I remember a frozen city,
I remember streets and faubourgs,
The detail of architecture, sublime,
The world then was a vastness unknown.

This city, frozen in my heart,
Has become a crumpled photo
Blackened by time, torn by tears
Fallen from my cheek so often

That I no longer remember
How many times I've cried
For something that once was
Now frozen, forever, not in time

But in mind - so futile, fragile,
That all that ever was to me
Will someday be erased
And the frozen city that was mine
Will be no more.

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