Sunday, January 18, 2015

Tied Bows

Tied Bows

By: M. MacMinn

She walks in smooth and casual strokes
her beauty slicing the air
she seems like a dream, dancing through tied bows
that hidden child that knows too much
to let her sadness show

When time has come to cast away
the age old beauty's grown
more days have come and light has dawned
shouting days to weeks to months to years
in decades, and centuries collapse

Rebirth, awake and lapse

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