Looking
beneath sooty long black lashes long inquiring
A
thief of love who stole a heart that claimed stone
Heart
stilled quiet whispered again
Thoughts
looked at each other and sighed with great sweetness laughing gently
Why?
Why? Whispered the wind in flurry and waves
Burgeoning
questions flowed with marching delights crackling and laughter started to
bubble within as the battle ensued and caused a moot
Touché Touché
granted an admirable thrust but Mon Chéri the lines be drawn as the widows eyes
closed and became
Moniker
stomped his foot and said who you not
Clever
Clever is the eyes that laughed with serious doubt
Dare
you understand who watches you with a serious pout
Gracias
Gracias I can’t believe the film and podium played the same
By
Felicia
McCaw
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