Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Like a night

Lilies in the pond
  smiled as she passed
her brow moist
  with the sweat bead
She walks like a night 
   in a star studded sky,
Her foot light, her eyes wild
   and yet so coy.
Where the angels murmur
  the church bells ring
The ode for her beauty
  the birds sing
I saw her walking near the horizon 
 where the Sun hid from the sight
Far away, yet so close
 And she walked like a night.

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