 | AMAZE |
Carly Svamvour |
| We speak of dawn, bursting from the womb, the morning to follow. We speak of childhood - fumbles, learning to walk, where not to stumble, the judgments of mid-day, afternoon sorrows, - mishaps suffered, basking under colours of the western sky; we speak of impending dusk - shelter. We speak of midnight, love and hate spilling from lips gone thin, for its stroke is at hand - welcome.
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Amaze Vol.
3, No. 1 Spring
& Summer 2004 |
