White dress flows around knees.
Cross-legged she sits in the grass.
Ripping the wings off dragonflies.
Morbid curiosity filling face.
Red hair catches light, holds it captive.
The words fall from her lips like notes.
Traveling the perilous journey to your unworthy ears.
Should they be lost the world would cry.
Your nerves dance carrying the song.
Cross-legged she sits in the grass.
Ripping the wings off dragonflies.
Morbid curiosity filling face.
Red hair catches light, holds it captive.
The words fall from her lips like notes.
Traveling the perilous journey to your unworthy ears.
Should they be lost the world would cry.
Your nerves dance carrying the song.
This one is ethereal. I love all the words, but I think some are missing.
ReplyDeletePerhaps Bijendra is hiding them. I should come look. If I ever have a day off again.