Amnesia

Tracing the outline of the mountains,The snow-topped trees with my finger,Feeling winter thaw away;Imprints and passports are rights of passage here. Tumbling through leaves, the feathered birdFlutters and falls, catching the cold airLike frozen lakes in your dreams. The hard ground recalls a winter howlAnd the ages of Alexandra beckon you back –Back to a time when … Continue reading Amnesia