Elusive shadows flit across her face
Casting moments of doubt
Into the emotion welling up
And falling
Falling back into shadow.
Half-remembered haziness,
Trying to recall the features of her face
Soft and gentle
On a rainy afternoon,
Only a thunderstorm ago.
Yet it would seem
That it had been forever
Since she had stood there,
Decorating the corner of the room
With her own shades of wonder.
All so dark
Except for her light
Footfall
As she meandered within herself
Finding innocence within the walls.
The wet wind
Creeping through the window
And embracing her,
Thoughtfully rearranging her hair
While she finds love lying in distant corners.
She is too young
To remember her future;
Too young
To let knowledge paint its lines
Across her face,
Leaving distant memories
Reflected in her eyes.
Only a thunderstorm ago
With trees waving outside the window,
Branches holding up the sky,
Trees waving and casting thought aside
Letting
Elusive shadows flit across her face.
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