EVENING PRIMROSE

And may she continue
to walk lively into new days,
journeys like celestial steps,
high above, reaching the
peak of her inner pyramid,

She is a midnight bloom,
an evening primrose of the day,
high winds giving in to her grace,
palaces faltering to her whims,

in the center of her innocence
she will willingly play a game
of simple intents, her scent,
confusion, for those of
complicated means.

Reviews

[joshua deathdealer]

I see ya! lol Good to see you around. Defiantly enjoyed this one. Sounds like someone I know.