goldenlangur Posted May 10, 2009 Share Posted May 10, 2009 The Mirror Full moon night – cicadas drone and areca fronds streak the mirror in his hands in rippling shadows. An icy blast mists the glass, he hears that familiar sigh, breathes her sandalwood perfume. Phantom fingers trace his face. The mirror is now a black pool, I have paid my dues, he whispers. goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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