Monday, August 31, 2015

Setting into the Sun

If only I could capture this
She whispered
Filled with sweaty sadness
Dying moments
And fleeting breaths
Was all she had
But in those
She captured all there was to
Those captives alone
Remained carved in her eyes
Only for her to see
Only for eyes imagining
Real reality
In the beams
Of the sun's last reaches
She reached her thick fingers
To kiss light
Dancing with her shadow
As she steeped
And settled
And set into the sun

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