June 23, 2011
Slowing by sorrow
Refraining from my vision
She twirls in mystery

Why was grace so bestowed,
To this beauty in tattered cloth?
I have tried to feel this vision,
But she remains free, untouched.

I am powerless in fascination
Paralyzed by imagined time

Night is sinking with us
As I gaze into her final soft light

She is something only seen in a dream
A duplicate of depth in emotion.
She slows from sorrow,
And she fades, twirling in mystery.

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