Friday, February 17, 2012


A spectre
Moves with grace transparent
Hovers over gravity
Dressed in hopeful longing
Rouged and powdered
To hide the flaws
Don’t come too close
This fleeting apparition dies
With every coda
Then lingers
A wraith entwined
In momentary romance
A sad refrain
Beneath the lights
The roses fall

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