Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Mystic Beauty

The leaves fell, the petals dropped;
The ground turned, the world stopped.
But her heart kept beating.

The gentle stream that flowed down
to a river once lost yet found.
But her mind was focused.

The steps seemed so far away;
And though she tried, she couldn't stay.
Her heart was fleeing.

Her soul stretched the mountainside
While she broke down and began to cry;
She fell over and no one noticed.

--grb-- 8/16/11

















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