Saturday, August 24, 2013

DESTINED

She braided
Her curly hairs
Trimmed with
Whimsy lips

Goodly glance
In silence dark
Walk the
Distance moor

Highwayman pine
Their meet
And plait
His doodle days

She raised her
Eyebrows wide
And he his
Horse trot

Destined to
Pass all trite
They got, their
Union right!

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