There are moments that define reality, others that defy it--
Crisp leaves jewel the autumn wind, as frozen in time as I while shadows stir within the depths of her dark-star eyes. She offers me a moment that softly begs translation. I am entombed within the fist of her dread attraction. Beauty's wake is an eternal scar. The beguiled Earth lurches again to motion. Possibilities retreat, challenged by the limits of a too-small world. I dare not decide what will become of my hollow self with the gray tones returning. Never mind. It was just a dream that touched me in passing.
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and every word seems to have been born it it's place
written softly perfect!!!
Sandie May Angel
(((HUGS))) and love, your tx. friend, karen lynn. :D