she was
freckled, laughing morning
when the years were still beyond
a stretch of the imagination.
she was
winking, beaming daylight
when the moment was held
by the gaze of an eye.
she was
melancholy evenings
when forever had passed,
slipped through her fingers.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 6:43 PM UTC
she was
freckled, laughing morning
when the years were still beyond
a stretch of the imagination.
she was
winking, beaming daylight
when the moment was held
by the gaze of an eye.
she was
melancholy evenings
when forever had passed,
slipped through her fingers.
