Wednesday, 9 April 2014

SONATA


The raw edges of her frayed mind
Hesitantly touched
The mellow cadences;

No vast emotional irruptions stirred.
Gradually, with gratitude, she rested,
As the gentle swathe of music
Stroked her mind with silk.

B.I.Hartless

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