March 19, 2017
2:47 am
2:47 am
Freedom
I am the quiet breeze
through an open window seeking refuge
in your eyes
touching the cimmerian space
with detrimental appeal
But
I am the hidden breeze
behind ugly mirrored images
masquerading as mascara pretty
disguised in white
You're my amaranthine
My today and tomorrow
Inhale the wind
I am here
You're not alone
through an open window seeking refuge
in your eyes
touching the cimmerian space
with detrimental appeal
But
I am the hidden breeze
behind ugly mirrored images
masquerading as mascara pretty
disguised in white
You're my amaranthine
My today and tomorrow
Inhale the wind
I am here
You're not alone
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
The Silent Stalker
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