LOVE POEM
SHEBy: Wil C. FryOct. 26, 2005; 2027 hoursTo: Marline François It’s a dreamA fantasyA whither-world that whips my imaginationBack-lit beautyDulling elves and fairies She walksHer steps are flower blossomsShe talksHer voice a symphony Rose in full blossomSeems droopy, wiltedAs She glidesEven SolCannot competeDrowned into dimnessWomanUnadorned with unnecessitiesShe is bareYet completeEyes like shiny polished coalMelt, shred,[...]