her mind as busy as the street from whence she walked
an easy afternoon whiled in sunlight and wishes
fresh, fair and bright and hopeful
youth sweet, love soft and new
her quiet heart, gently beating
her precious hand to hold
dormant dreams, desires forsaken
reawakened
rife with reason
the question; assumed unanswered-
alight my heart
come, soothe my soul.
Friday, January 06, 2012
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