Black and white photograph


I looked away and thus
I wasn't captured. No one
can meet my eyes. I flew. And you
can never speak to me or ever see
the things beyond the frame
of frozen time. – They're mine.
I keep them in my hard clenched fist.
No one can take my hand.
I stand as stone. Alone and silent
in the midst of you. A statue?
No. It's true. I flew. I'm free.



Poetry by sidhe
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Written on 2007-05-25 at 19:11

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Zoya Zaidi
Sidhe, I like this soooo much!
(((Hugs)))
Love, Zoya
2007-05-26