A mother, wife and civil servant, a conscientious citizen and patriot ----- my abiding love for books has made me try my hand at writing poetry, none of which is anything but the strictly spontaneous outpouring of a mind that prizes truth and harmony, above all else.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Winter (3)
fog
touches me
with wet fingers
coldness imprints on my
face
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