Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Silhouette in Black
I hold hands with solitude. She wears a black veil. No words spoken, image like smoke rises from the page. Her silhouette appears in a poem, in a dance, in the tide of some faraway life. I write but cannot find her. I think but imagination stops at her shadow. She is real but not as I am. Metaphors...
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