presage

apprehensive

comfortably nestled in between two rocks 

 

above the stillness overlooking the small village

 

flattened black tar rooftops

 

steep cobblestone paved streets

 

winding around the southern tip of the mountain

 

a bicycle ride away

 

too far to touch the bitter memories

 

my gaze is locked into a numbing trance

 

time stands still

 

 

12:49 AM 7/6/2013 ©

 

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

apprehension