Impression

A woman looks through a different kind of opening . . .

~ Impression ~

 

One waits,

The door has fought,

Brutally for an-

Opening,

While this woman gets distracted-

The skies blossoming outward,

In laces of work that, with blue and white ribbons are cascading down the sea of black roses-

Which, softly sing from a distance

To you . . .

Are now the backdrop for a scene . . .

That you would only dare to imagine.

 

What work is this pure love,

That displays that star,

Through the door,

In her chest-

She no longer waits,

For that scene, as the skies carry her away . . . 

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