dd

Thursday, March 4, 2010

The old cigar box (poem in prose)

An old cigar box, I bought it for over thirty years, the next day, saying: "1900" in large black letters cut (and its dark and gloomy forest, with a blue band that was once the old man now lost his grain), and it seems that everything old, and for some reason, they treat me like gold, as I always looked older and older. It also has glass in it, and the decor very chic on the banks up and down and around and down, and some oldwhich reads: "Mr. Kratchvill 's, La Crosse, Wisconsin" on the back Law 45, a joint here and there I found a city in Minnesota, in an antique shop, and I keep my old photos on this, I wish you could speak, perhaps for the death and the many faces he has seen, and many owners , now forgotten, is a thing of the past.

One hundred nine years this year, old old wooden cigar box, this does not mean that walking, but only if the cure is not it? Buried in a little 'lowFrom antiques and inertia? Used once a cigar, and then was its silence. We speed up these words in the morning thinking about sleep, sleepless night that the rate of creep, I see you, you, as long as the sun and is happy in her smile, in my presence lethal chamber, I will be forgotten over time aimed at short.

No: 2636 / 6-29-2009

My Links : Samsung Hdtv 1080P

No comments:

Post a Comment

sa