Thursday, April 2, 2015

Ephemeral


 By Michelle Fetalvero


    Photo from Google Images


barefooted –

I sneaked to your Place.

 

I sang in Silence –

I danced with Death –

 

Posies I scented –

Petals sketched the planks,

Withered –--

Huskily faded ----

 

You, my Quiet love, I am soon

to taste in Circle.



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