Jester

by uchidechi   Apr 11, 2004


She brings faerie-fire where once shadows dwelled
in the murky depths of my souls secret well.

A whispering breeze embraces me gently and mild
in her bosoms meadow I feel like a sleepy child.

Under the flaky sheets of her winters gown
is the unforgiven tundra of my missing clown.

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