Monday 28 January 2013

Presence


And there you stand
In the middle of baffling crowd
Unkempt yet divine

A halo, bright behind
Distinguishing through the waddled side
Pronounced and delighted

Reaching towards your hand
Extended as a shield
Against the torment of time

I see nothing
But the rise
A sunny side
at its prime.

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