The dawn surrounds her. Aquiline and angelic, soft curves sway like cloud
“Many hearts ago, you deliciously broke mine. You’re my favorite scar.”“Wrote perfect haiku/ thoughtful, witty, topical/ this isn’t it though.“I so want to hide, in the deep woods of your heart, and pray you’ll find me.”“A capricious wind, she moves in with smiles and smiles, touches and retreats”
