With scraped elbows
And clean knees,
The Tempest walks in.
She takes a silver veil out.
(To trance but not entrance.)
And with multiple meanings,
She spins a song
Of hardships, once lost.
She takes her veil.
And spills it on the sea.
It dances to her song
And makes a mirage of ice.
She takes the chance to rest
And rethink her life.
Soon, she's back up
With her silver veil
And she leaves,
Only to be forgotten.
Mar 13, 2011
Mar 13, 2011 at 10:44 PM UTC
With scraped elbows
And clean knees,
The Tempest walks in.
She takes a silver veil out.
(To trance but not entrance.)
And with multiple meanings,
She spins a song
Of hardships, once lost.
She takes her veil.
And spills it on the sea.
It dances to her song
And makes a mirage of ice.
She takes the chance to rest
And rethink her life.
Soon, she's back up
With her silver veil
And she leaves,
Only to be forgotten.
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