The boy with the Indian nose

by Claire   Oct 8, 2007


I saw him standing by a willow oak tree,
crossing gentil words with whispering candles.
Flaming a magnetic aura that captured my insignificant heart.
Belted by his deep imposing eyes,
I wept away his silence and found myself secluded,
Trapped by his solistic fear.. I feared no more.

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