La belle dameA Poem by Ana B.ruffling old pages.....
A black beauty is dancing Amongst the cobalt tears… Those tears demanding Her affections so fierce…
Her wishes of quartz… And dreams of aquamarine Brighter than the stars With their light pristine…
In her palace of moonshine The beauty stays untouched Because it’s hard to define What have those tears washed…
Is it the light of the laughing stars? Or the ashes of a dream… Or maybe the invisible scars Of a heartbreaking wince…
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