Lactating light
Breaks the robe of dusk
It swoons over an ignited field
She dances her index finger
Gently down the arch of her Lover's blade
While willow and hair serenely wave
In whimsical darts of checkered light
Their dream charms the blush of palms entwined
A magical hope binding
Companion and friend
24th September 20017
'Brazen, the art of falling' speaks to the heart of a tortured soul. Every soul has felt lost at some point or another. This is the first of a compilation of poems written over a six year period, following the rise and fall, rise and fall and fall again of a young woman who in her right mind felt estranged and on the cusp of insanity. The works shared are her mind's journey where ever it has led.
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