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__I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

__Laziness causes me to post this Cinquain that bubbled up, and out of Talon's good work, her post of Monday the 25th.


cold hands
blood of worry
flows true from yours to mine
yet when this crisis comes to close
warm smiles

6 comments:

Devika said...

I am too tired of "crises", even to ask what's the crisis -- still, the ending sounds to solve it! :)

Good poem, Magyar -- liked Talon's post as well, today was good too :)

wishes,
devika

Lorraine said...

beautifully done, I'm sure Talon will be pleased :)

TALON said...

I loved this Cinquain, Magyar. It's beautiful writing. Your work never fails to amaze and delight me. Thank you.

sandy said...

A good job of it, too.

Cindybrown said...

I really like this..nice ending

Janice Thomson said...

Wonderfully said M. Would that each and every crisis ended with warm smiles.