DJ266 - the flight home

catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
edited January 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
a breath away
she sank beneath
a solitude so fine
no one figured
her aloneness for loneliness

candles melt
down to waxen puddles
incense ash fine dust
upon the wooden dresser

she seeks to find
but never sees
her image reflected
so true within her decisions made.
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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