Saturday, March 5, 2011

Fresh Fall

She sits in a darkened room
The girl with eyes like the sea
The inside of an oyster shell
Pearls dropping on her knee

She sits in a silent room
The girl with hair like rope
Strong enough to pull down a dam
And drown all thoughts of hope

Sit sits in an empty room
The girl with lips like cherries
One kiss will break a thousand hearts
And put a mind at ease

She rises like the morning sun
And opens the dirty window
To gaze upon the newborn world
Not a footstep in the snow.

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