She is delicate,
the soft touch
of satin and lace
She is shadowed grace,
a beauty in the dark
hiding from the day
She steals hearts,
beckoning you close
with whispers,
her words stirring the air,
like music and melody
and long lost memories
finally returning home

But, she never stays,
always planning
a secret escape
She’s never been great
with hellos,
but she works magic
with her sweet goodbye

Breath of Words© 4/6/17

photo by Elyssa Obscura/Deviant Art


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