"That is why I write- to try to turn sadness into longing and solitude into remembrance"
-Paulo Coelho

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Light in Her dark

She knows about Him, about the fluorescent ray in Her dark
She wishes not for skies and stars
not Him as a bankroll or any material staff
for She is a poor girl, She has lost Her dear Heart
She finds in Him a mystical array of lights
slightly intimidated by His stare, mostly intrigued by the color hues
She dared to look into His eyes
for He locks Her, She transcends the darkest hours...

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