Day One Hundred and Sixty Eight: 7th January 2013

When the curtain fluttered,
And the lightbulb dimmed,
Your warm breath brushed by,
And your musk scent hung;
Laughter echoed fleetingly.
I turned to steal a glimpse,
But you were still gone.

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

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