‘At the River Bank’

A delicate figure

Lying with her eyes open

Eyes once full of light

Now full of watery images

 

On the bank of a river

Hidden behind the ever-growing bushes

She lies lost in half sleep

A mysterious man kneeling by her side

 

A secret is hidden forever

In her mouth that will never matter a word again

In his fist that cries with remorse

And in the wind’s silent blow

That will carry their thoughts away

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About Magdalena

I'm a positive thinker, a dreamer, a poet, a dancer, a writer. I want to empower people and inspire them to follow their dreams and create their lives exactly the way they wish them to be :)

Posted on August 24, 2013, in Poems and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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