What is she like?
I was told –
she is a melancholy soul.
She is like
the sun to the night;
a momentary gold.
A star when dimmed
by dawning light;
the flicker of a candle blown.
A lonely kite
kept lost in flight –
someone once had flown.
What is she like?
I was told –
she is a melancholy soul.
She is like
the sun to the night;
a momentary gold.
A star when dimmed
by dawning light;
the flicker of a candle blown.
A lonely kite
kept lost in flight –
someone once had flown.
