Curled up on a shadowy floor
The soft, subtle sound
of the rain
embraced her –
Set her free –
Afloat in the
myriad
of contradiction,
Swimming against the tide
of mediocre love affairs
that dawn unraveled
with her glance.
Of little consequence,
she bled -
true of heart,
Directed by
a clouded mind,
and fell at the feet
of manufactured gods.
Posted by Amanda at October 06, 2004 05:22 PM
