Brook Lines

 

This place

this space

it bears

your scent

and marks

the trail of

my descent

not into

madness

but past

the sadness

of mistaken

forays far

away from

the caressing

comfort of

your eyes

and sweetly

smiling voice

copyright r.b.franklin 01/02/07

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