evgeny

do you read this

write

i don't know you
i wish to know you
for the first time

friends

do you wish it
are you curious

friend


remembering the sun like a half forgotten dream
there was wind
a boat
laughter
birds
a look
the golden light fades into the recesses of the mind
was it a dream
is the past anything but
a whisper to the subconcious
is a photograph more real than a painting
is it all an illusion

-willow march 2005