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they are kisses
on the lips of silence
that speak of your essence

Wednesday, September 8, 2010



Once upon a time
there was a happy lens,
it called itself
It worked so nice,
magically and sweet,
making light rays to meet.

One day,
A mirror caused such grief.
That faceless thief
got stuck with
our lens brave
and made it work
like a

It’s a madness
For our poor, poor lens.
It has lost it’s art
while all the light
just spreads apart…


Migue said...

It just has to get used to the new situation :). And will be happy again.

Kittie Howard said...

Migue's got it right...and the beat goes on...:)))

diane said...

sadness.... hugs....

Vesna said...

Thank you for you comments my dear friends:)
I look forward to get in touch more soon...