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Thursday, 23 October 2014

Poet ...

The closure she craved
Written on tombs and graves
Spread beneath sheets of time
Body of sand and dust
One day meant to rust
And a destiny of wavy lines
Fiery shadows that walked too long
Still going strong
Footsteps bled on stars
Journeyed heart and soul
Way far from whole
And well hidden scars
Redefined beauty through smiles
The ashes of longing in her eyes
A form of such graceful silhouette
Words that made home on walls
Reborn lady from each fall
She my poem, she my poet.

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