Saturday, 23 April 2011

Streets of gold

She walks – graceful as ever,
All who see, they’ll remember
How her body moves like water
How her words sing like love.

You see, her heart is of a cool
Warmth of glowing soul
Delicately hidden in a hollow
Cage, blistered with  bones

She is cruel to be kind
To those who dare be there
In the midst of this...
This angel

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