the wind billowed gusts from decades ago <br />breeze borrowed coolness from a christmas that had passed <br />the morning stole its existence from a year <br />from a year which obviously did not last <br />the silence of the stillness played a familiar melody <br />brought a familiar feeling despite the isolation <br />a company in the midst of melancholy <br />this may be a blissful condemnation<br /><br />Estrellita Dedel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-warp-3/
