A moment,
half remembered,
unwillingly...
It lingers,
like the fragrance
of a fine perfume,
a ghost of the past,
re-found,
merging,
remaining
a fragment in a glacier,
frozen in time...
Rememberance
of a love
which has gone...
Scarlett Treat
March 25,2009
Scarlett Treat
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ice-age-3/
