Words That Change

In poem on 2 June, 2012 at 22:49

The beauty of a woman is all that is beautiful.

The finger rests controlled,

music lives and shines another corner,

she is futile again,

my life unfolds in her delicate petals

gripped and dropping free.

Her eyes – special silence in them

Courage, without a hand I am held

Glance, dip to the right corner

I am lost again

Her eyes are searching all the time

For me to come to.

 

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