Hovered by a veil of darkness
Gazing with awe at the shadows
Dress swirled by the dance of dust
She is whispering a devoted prayer
Clinging to an imaginary rope
Blindly painting layer after layer
The bleak forest with brushes of hope
She is looking for the angels
Whom she heard of in the books
But as she runs there are devils
Tangling her dress on their hooks
As she swoons body and heart
A crystal water floods her eye
The moth dress tears apart
And she reborns like butterfly
21.02.2011
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