Monday, December 17, 2012

Anonymous Angel...


Stripped of all pretense
You come to me
Mystery, fulfillment
As the still night is filled
With a whisper akin
To almost perfection
In what might have been…


There is a strange allure in the 'almost perfect' of what might have been...

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