The It
Shadows cross the land
Animals scurry
Hiding beneath the sand
Races look into each others hollow faces
Casting shadows in the wind
Lies are the new accessory
For the modern woman
Refusing what is real
Captive to the fear
Dancing to the beat of dragon wings
Denying who we are
What can restore our dying love
Who can heal our wounded psyches?
Copyright © Skyy Allen | Year Posted 2009
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