Imbi's World of Christmas ... gone




















To remember




To remember
the days gone by




Flown like water
through the mountains




gone




Like tall trees
the pain and
people lost




can one listen
and hear
the sweet soft moments

cling onto them




can one take
the past
and move it
like
a sweet carress
along the cheeks




preserve the times
gone by




© Imbi 2002




for all my friends
living in the world
of 'long ago'...