Friday, January 25, 2013
YOUR WAKE
Your Wake
You walk as an angel in the
soft, summer air
Wearing a pearl-white braid
Which clasps a raven tress
In your long, black hair.
And with each step that is laid
Upon the trail, with your naked
feet, below your dress,
A delicious scent is found in
your wake
Meant only for my soul to take.
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