"The Crying Girl"
The hollow stair of the cresent moon,
hoisted upon a velvet horizen...
The sillouhette of silent trees,
shedded by winter's chill.
The vally's floor;
mist filled;
a shattered illusion of sight.
The crying girl sits all alone,
within the shadows of night.
An empire of needles,
shudder forth beneath her unstable feet;
to send her plumitting from grace.
A demeaning scream for hlep -
a mere shyfull cry beneath the wind.
Beneath the floor of illusion,
she struggles to be free.
The crying girl is all alone,
unsure of what she seeks.
Copyright 1998
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