29 January, 2007

I wouldn't call her beautiful.
Beauty lingered about her like the
pale aftertaste of a forgotten fragrance,
like the lost words of a loved song.

6 comments:

  1. Like the lady Night unheard;
    She sprinkled her fragnace in stars;
    Yelled for an atheist to buy flowers(stars);
    Unheard apathy of her was gelled in dew drops;
    Lost words of a loved song ayint complaining;
    If fate chances upon a brand beautiful song.

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  2. yes ... got here thru' maiylah whom i had met on fotothing!
    glad to be here...love the way you write!

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  3. wonderful to know that magic (magiceye) "found" you! :)
    ... forgotten fragrance ...
    love that!

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  4. loved this one, very much.
    APPLAUSE.

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