Sunday, May 30, 2010
Beauty
Reaching for her face so cold, no trace of imperfection
Black eyes like coal, dark deep in contemplation
glisten
With joy
Soaring,
Until my wings were clipped.
Tumbling towards earth
I'm broken in million pieces
That instant
I had glimpsed at her cold beauty
I melted
in gratitude.
¶ 1:57 PM
Reaching for her face so cold, no trace of imperfection
Black eyes like coal, dark deep in contemplation
glisten
With joy
Soaring,
Until my wings were clipped.
Tumbling towards earth
I'm broken in million pieces
That instant
I had glimpsed at her cold beauty
I melted
in gratitude.
¶ 1:57 PM
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