Sunday, December 21, 2008

dear december

i tilt the tins of my mind

i scour the shelfs it contains

i turn out its pockets

i wish for whatever remains

2 comments:

ViRaNa said...

well written, though I dont completely agree..

Raison d'ĂȘtre said...

i understand what you mean... its what i feel at the end of each day, each instance, each situation, each thought... and sure you do too.. super comparison in relation to december..