Binoculars under the table touched by the tip of a toe.
None cares about the guardians any more.
I remember the last breath of the Frozen January.
Enough for the warped memories.
Summers are wiped by angels’ wings.
I forgot how to paint in blue.
Only cobweb on my heart trembles at the spring breeze.
New Moon extinguished the stars.
Few curses and doubled numbers on the clock.
in a shade
light goes in and out
icy breath from the past
Linked to Carpe Diem #730 shaded by blossoms