Lovely Strands | ||||||||
Gold silk, which fell nearly to her waist. A shade betwixt sunshine and honey; Soft and full, it lay against her neck. Deep green eyes shown from behind, what gently framed her face. Breezes would coax the lovely strands to twine themselves, and wrap about her lovingly. Shorn, by a cruel and jealous blade, strands of silk and the salt of tears freefall to the ground. Slow to land, saddened wind conveys tenderly it's feathery weight. To surrender, what once it prized, dull and lifeless, at her feet. By: Graci |
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