straight circles

Dashing sculptures


A finger resting 

On a cold rigged thigh

Foreboding as if those obscure

Eyes remembered something

Undocumented in their lives.


  • Lorna

    Welcome! Nice first entry!

  • Goldfinch60

    Those memories can be so strong.

    Welcome to MPS.

  • L. B. Mek

    teases readers to delve into their own corridors of hidden memories, thought provoking or rather, reverie inducing writing

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