Sunday, August 9, 2015

Memory

Gather the slim white fabric, rippling around her feet.
Like water, it covers the ground as it slips
In smoke she fades and retreats
I can't hold the motion of her
Can't lose sight of her
She is only the night
Again to be reborn
Intoxicating form
Blue lovely
Reborn
Sweet
Shy

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