Stones cold underfoot
Smoke coiling around bare ankles
She sings
She laughs
She dances
She tosses the petals
The papers
The lost hours
They flutter then rest in her wake
Taken by flame
She laughs
She dances
She tosses the petals
The papers
The lost hours
They flutter then rest in her wake
Taken by flame
To fold over each other into ash
To crumble into the tainted sea
Let your hair dance on the wind
That carries your dreams to the sky
To crumble into the tainted sea
Laugh, my love
Let your hair dance on the wind
That carries your dreams to the sky
I've been testing all day. AP...it's finally over. Done. No more. Ever.
My 'friends' can see now that the barriers are down. They'll come running back...and you'll probably see more poems from me :]