To the Liquid Edge
She went into the dipping gold
rising the liquid dream
A medallion of innocent heritage
in the fluid of dusk, serene
I skimmed to the water's edge in haste
to capture this moment of peace
In a turmoil second this capsizing life
brought in bones of my loved one,
and memories deceased.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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