Unfinished love poem...

"The ones I've kissed
are forgotten
in the twighlight
between

where i become
a lingering dream
discarded -

a child eating his
own sandcastle -

a premature snowflake
melting on a pane
of a sleepy window
unnoticed -

the pieces of a
thought
that noone
talks about."


Untitled,
by Leopoldina De Winter