Sarah
March 11, 2007
She’s a woman in the grace of sixteen summers
With skirts flowing in the morning sun
And she speaks of the silver man ringed naked
A dancer who dances alone
For her jewels have all lost their partners
But the moon still laughs in one ear
And she sleeps in the shadow of dragons
With a heart uncorrupted by fear
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September 9, 2007 at 9:16 PM
Beautiful thought.
September 11, 2007 at 6:10 AM
Thank you, Amuirin! I very much appreciate your compliment, especially since it comes from someone with such a masterful command of the English language.