Wednesday, October 9, 2013

the spirit was willing the flesh was weak

she has
gone silent
she wont
speak
lips sealed
color
drained
off her
cheeks
she is
an illusion
i search
i seek
hope
pursuing
her stalking
her beyond
the creek
her gasps
soundless
meek..
glass like
silhouette
unique
svelte
sleek
her fragrance
her mystique
hidden in
the soul of
a statue
antique
medieval
greek

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