Penelope
30 October, 2009
Author: Karla Bardanza
I weave fate and love every single day.
Threads undone at the dead of night
as my despair crushes my thirsty soul
lost in moments of past delights.
When sorrow silences my heart, my
art of delay is my shield and protection
against time and its hands of pain and
fear, crying I weave alone my acid tears.
For him I wait split up between real life
And my own dreams, dying every now
And then, falling apart at the seams.
For him I fish courage within, for him I
long for and I shall remain here waiting till
he covers my eyes with stars once more.
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| Colin (69.157.15.204) -- Thursday, October 29 2009, 11:32 pm welcome back Karla - it's so nice to have you back at Dreamers where I have always appreciated your expert weave of poetry and prose! |
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