Sunday, May 31, 2009

SHE IS

she is dancing in the wind, all alone.
she is swinging on a set, slightly slow.
she is a castle or a flagship when in need.
she is the grass beneath my feet, a sweet reprieve.
she is a promise.
she is a secret.
she is a whisper in the dark.
and she's a pyre miles high when i'm a fuse in need of spark.

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