Nocturnal Whisper I
A woman is standing
on the cliff top
of the steepest
cliff
gazing froward
Her dress whirls around her
slams her ankles
with green
fabric
looking merry
The sorrow in her eyebrows
is slowly loosened
from its willing
servant
flying away
Her feet turn her body
drag it with them
as they go
finally
leaving shore
on the cliff top
of the steepest
cliff
gazing froward
Her dress whirls around her
slams her ankles
with green
fabric
looking merry
The sorrow in her eyebrows
is slowly loosened
from its willing
servant
flying away
Her feet turn her body
drag it with them
as they go
finally
leaving shore
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| Zo Gezegd: | Zondag, april 03, 2011 23:24 |
| Wow. I''m impressed. So few words, so very descriptive at the same time. I love this. | |
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| Auteur: Ceridwen | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 april 2011 | ||
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