Sunday, April 20, 2014

She sat


She sat

On the edge

Lit by

Diffuse sun

Filtering sky

Through leaves

Flow

Flames dance

In cautious eyes

Waiting

Longing

Forever searching

Demure lashes

Invite one

To gaze upon

The warming comfort

Eyes

Set in cinnamon tan

Symbol

Of a soul

Waiting

Longing

Forever searching

Yet warning

For thought flows furious

Just behind
Iris black

Looking forward

Yet holding

Back

Only for a moment

Waiting

Longing

To celebrate the laughter
As 

She sat 

On the edge

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