A sigh escapes as I turn a page
the meanings of many words have fallen off
They appear like shrivelled leafless stumps
where meaning will grow no more
Many traditions lie scattered
like the debris of earthen cups
made obsolete by glass tumblers
Each turn of the new page brought a new flavor to the tongue
Sunday, 7 September 2014
Books
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