Malice Poem by Name Withheld

Malice



The wind blows through your hair like you command it
The sea rises and falls around you
The moon rises casting a shadow on everything but you
World rotates around you
And I follow
Following in your footsteps

Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: hair,sea,wind
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