the key fit in the lock,
I turn it clockwise.
time left behind, world crumbled,
I am searching for familiarity in rubble.
I’ll rebuild it anew, again,
from the touch, the smell, the taste.
each time different
until I’ll get it right
©5/1/ 2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya
Jagged, random, oh, how I wish I could do it the way you do.
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