Visage of a lovely thought,
draped in quiet cloak of night,
sleeping then until the moment
death would set her free.
Her head was lying, cracked wide open,
as her mind was floating off in wisps;
each wrested piece caught by the wind and
gently lifted up into the sky.
Through flittering, thin, translucent figments,
opalescent rays reflected
visions of past days, forgotten
in the wake of slowly creeping dusk.
Dripping, dewdrop memories fading,
falling and cascading, raining
myriad imperfect parts upon
fledgling, shyly hiding buds.
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origin: 10/06/2016, 05:48:12
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