She watched the guild
from afar, its yeast of unrest.
In her nomade pace
she wandered to choose
the wind and a river.
Self exiled
from edenic insights,
her quest was love immunity.
In a make believe sortilege,
she tattered her red laces
and marionnetted a will.
Rain fell: she was but a pretender.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
She watched the guild
from afar, its yeast of unrest.
In her nomade pace
she wandered to choose
the wind and a river.
Self exiled
from edenic insights,
her quest was love immunity.
In a make believe sortilege,
she tattered her red laces
and marionnetted a will.
Rain fell: she was but a pretender.
10.6.2015
