her black torn shoes

Saturday, ‎August ‎31, ‎2013

She is like a bird in the river
She flows with conscious in skeptical depths
No its not imprudent act but vulnerable braveness
Why, is it me only that providentially saw
Or is it you who choose me to be seen
But wait till she goes round and around
In her enigmatic self made home
To be free

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