A girl, familiar
Yet a stranger
Stands in the dead of winter
With not an absence of light
She stands like a statue
Under a blood red Sun
She reaches to touch it
Seeks its warmth
She gets burned in the flame
The scar is pain that threatens
To tear life apart
But it's nothing compared
To the scars on her heart
A girl, strange
And foreboding
Stands in the stillness
Not speaking
Nor doing
Just letting
Thoughts run wild
A girl.
Lost in place
And lost in time
Driven by
Eternal rhyme
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Gradient: A poetry and writing anthology
Poetry"Isn't life gradient, though? It goes quickly from one colour to the next, with all the shades of grey in between." Text information: Created in the year of 2014-2015 Notice: This work is solely the intellectual property of the author. Reproducing...
