Colouratura



her eyes were the colour of clouds

floating like dreams in the sky

over the trees asleep in the light

catching the stars which fall through the night,

she wandered by fields invisible as a sigh

skirting the vision of those who

she so easily just saw through,

playing the wind with her hands which wove

songs of ancient birth ever new,

as they left the earth somewhere above

places where her mind shone into,

with a radiant lustre she the day became

Beauty incarnate shed funereal shrouds

For her eyes so high, the colour of clouds...



Poetry by fyodr
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Written on 2007-08-20 at 14:41

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Amanda K
that's so lovely.
2007-08-20