
She is honey dripping behind
enwrapped in some kind of effigiy
Changing paces in a slow speed
always moving
concrete streets damage souls
swiftly digressing from the path
of which souls have no holes
instead a lightness which brings
a sweet smile to face a light footed encounter
constantly changing and she fears
the silent whispers that seek to destroy
any hope for a kind of wonder
until the sun does set
and the moon does rise
such legacy shall never lead to demise
of the frightened strong child
powerful to the sources of mighty strength
she will always wander along
above and beyond,across and away
and takes in the notion of the cold
and glows iridescent in sunlight
she is one of mumbles and stumbles
tripping across phrases,lazy bathing
crossly obeserving their pebble like ways
So now in the window sees
Silence that seeks approval
her needs met subsequently
and future ponderings dismissed
it is in stillness that is the game
a hide and seek, wait and see kinda summit
Fulfilling all needs to just be,
be alone and be free
She is you and you are me.
And that is the end and start of this sorry tale
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