Burnt
by Ronnie

gypsie@radiks.net


And so we stood,
face-to-face,
without a word,
studying each other.

I, with my hair shorn close to my head,
You, with your red curls.
And you unfurled your wings,
And smiled at me.

Scorching my soul,
Blinding my eyes,
Leaving me sun burned forever.

Ronnie

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