Seized
Things seize me,like smiles in jars
and the flick
of an upturned eyelash
as it brushes
and the shush at nightime.
I wake and rise
and realise essence
surrounds me,
the winds blow south
and I mouth the words
that I will never say.
Thoughts reside
inside, alive of me
and when the shell
has long since gone,
I shall wing a wish
as time shrills,
so long ago, so long ago.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2015-07-19 at 20:39
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