Eyelids shut
dreams and tears
share the same home
her rebel soul
exiled for life
in a body
throbbing in pain
The water runs down
the contours of her form
she stands still
like the nude woman
in the fountain
and lets time
dissolve
her
drop by drop
hoping for
an earthquake.
Poignant poem, but I would not wish for an earthquake. I've experienced too many and they are scary.
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