Sunday, June 05, 2005

Grace (חַנָּה)

Warmth of love, my heart's guile
The mockery of spring's smile;
Promise of summer, deludes my mind
When winter's blister, I can only find

Where did it go astray?
And where will it lead?
To summer, my heart will not heed
For winter's blisters are here to stay....

- s.m. timothy kim

Early winter, 2004

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