Poetry, Poetry/Prose Mine Unveiled February 5, 2014 Pam Rossow Leave a comment A veil blotting out even sun specks gripped tight by your hands going lax—faint glimmers then blinding warmth swimming before my eyes. I see and feel day leaving behind night and your shrouds. ~Pamela Click it!Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related