Fair Hair
There are words she wears in her hair
Brushes of Light, combing the Nights
Sway away,
In her existential ways she says
' Always tomorrow, never now
We shall go and be there somehow'
She fades from my sight to repair
The walls of Heavenly gems
Her eyes shining diadems,
Her hands righting worlds brave and fair
There are words she wears in her hair.
Poetry by Charles Lezine
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Written on 2012-05-10 at 17:37




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