Monday, July 6, 2015

stillness beauty

time did pass ... an accuser came at last,
a token gift they asked for more, now their misery is in the past..
oh you know her heart beats so fast..

her emotions are a killer,
her heart in the open like a thrilla..
her voice not garbled like a miller..

a breathless pose on the window sill
you know here she has the bill
your watching her move a room silent still.

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