Once Captured

She is but one. The moon-the sun. Twirling around. Never touching the ground. A crisis averted. Her mind asserted. To me, one with touch. Not given to such. Holding on tight. And try as she might. The one that stands before. Has seen through the lore. The capture was done. She had gone and come. He came to the belief. Her beauty to release.

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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1 Response to Once Captured

  1. Such beauty in your words, Edward.

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