Poetry: Valentina Cano
It happened when I wasn’t looking.
It came, dragging its chains
of scorching days,
each fused to gather your image.
September 11, 2012
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It happened when I wasn’t looking.
It came, dragging its chains
of scorching days,
each fused to gather your image.
The Orris: A Cultural Journal 