David Kowalczyk - Wait
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2014-11-07
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In the hollow place
where frozen children live,
the colors of truth
are a cold little witch
named me my mine.
She is sinking
in the river of time.
Beneath a moon
full of hemlock and
the gray light of hunger,
the river moves
like a whisper.
David Kowalczyk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wait-18/
where frozen children live,
the colors of truth
are a cold little witch
named me my mine.
She is sinking
in the river of time.
Beneath a moon
full of hemlock and
the gray light of hunger,
the river moves
like a whisper.
David Kowalczyk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wait-18/
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