A Poem
a window to the world
close enough afar
she sat across me
and twirled her locks
her beauty was bespoken
to the devil by god
yet she sat across me
making me beside myself and I
I did wish
for the dusk of the moment to linger awhile
but wishes are fishes
they swim away
I would trade my shadow
for another of her glance
another of her twirl...
Tuesday 6th June 2017 8:03 am
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