she has a mother's face
and a child's elite delicacy of trust.
window shadows and stars bathe
and echo her chocolate face.
her eyes - rivers of peace -
caress tears.
guilt disassembles her delight.
she does not know why she cries to me.
and i do not know why either.
Monday, April 12, 2010
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Posted by Anonymous Misfit at Monday, April 12, 2010
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