Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Past Lives

The words on dust riddled pages,
Emanate a curious shadow,
Beneath flickering lamps.
Written by hands
Now wrinkled with time.

1 comment:

  1. I didn't know that you look at all your study paraphernalia with such undying love....or maybe I did ;P
    Very poetic, I can see the image.Makes me want to devour all the classics ;)