“Once Again”
A lady drowns in her ghost.
Little feet dance between those branches.
She has face in gold and white powder.
Jumps are made over the hill where she lands.
Darkness flows into her light for another change of sorrow.
Hair as licorice, eyes for pearls, skin from glow.
My woman has a hurried voice in displeasure.
Everything soon turns into our lowered shadow.
Flight has her by the tail.
Wings eventually become the fluttering beasts of heaven.
Views toward the reflection come back with a zoom.
Odd angles drip from the chin up.
There she gives a harsh look of beauty under invisible stars.
Streams get bound from her heavenly clasp of theories.
But one more death in this shade must vainly look of cherishment.
Right at the head will eyes soar into many turns within color.
Falling curtains keep her arms together.
Dreaming of such magnificent horror pulls in the big lines.
Each hand grabs dust from the blind spots.
More additions fill the mind into greatness when reaching the shore.
Upon it a poison seed grows along these vines and she flies, too.
A hurtful tree gets her fingers crossed.
Lovely shields move the outside glance from deep within.
Still, those branches rear up on her elegant lifestyle.
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