Girl's Souls
Snips & snails & midnight shadows unaware--
...the soft flesh of wildflowers tremble
in the blistering wind.
Slowly shifting their tattered reflection...
Twilight fire, painted angels
bleeding dreamlessly.
A perfect stranger
melts like a million echoes ground into dust--
Eternity glows like a falling moonstone.
Girl's souls
really are sugar and spice...
Copyright © Red Barchettadrive | Year Posted 2015
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