May 1, 2012

Silken string

Midnight blue blown by the wind against her bones
Her figure, a tasted petite tone
Colored golden and brown from light's dark rays
Those black chords of silken string

Almond eyes of monotonous rue
Shift over the shimmering decor
Green leaves that only speak of thrills
Certain clouds, shortly to fade

Her wait agonizing patience
Pounds the door of selfish grace
Heavily breathes psychotic despair
 Only to find her mistaken pride.

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