[Different angels.]
when she walks
when she walksher timid cautious motions strike
protectiveness into the soul
you want to help her
to take her arm and
walk with her
her hair is a work of red-gold wonder
her smile is sweet and uncertain
yet also brimming with mischievous fun
if only the distance could be bridged
if through the silence and the awkwardness
a shimmering bond could be formed
what a union that would be
earth and air and fire and water
all together as one
beauty and grace would reign
rhyme and reason together
sweetness and serenity and song
but until that glorious day
until interest overcomes shy smiles
you'll just have to admire her from afar
Words by Sun.Moon.Stars.Rain
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Written on 2009-10-26 at 01:59
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