Sunday, May 16, 2010

It struck

Twinkle in the eye
Playful banter
Happy and shy
Dark. No matter

Marnie, it struck
Like wind to a sail
Together they walk
Lively and pale

Standing still
In front, a light
Voice empty and shrill
Growing beautiful and bright

All in all
Moments arrive
No unpleasant fall
Away they drive

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