Spoken Word

Spoken Word

Thursday, June 4, 2015

Under the Illusion

In his presence she drowns,

gulping down shadow and shade,

in his silence, she sounds,

like an echo, slow fades,

In his arms she's bound,

like a hangman nooses' braid,

In his absence she's found,

like a discovery that's made,

upon his arrival she abounds,

like a departure which stays.

victori ©

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