Self-Portrait.

they called her a dreamer,
a wanderer, a bohemian
Aphrodite with words that
cut like a knife; her pen as
her weapon, she was carving
sonnets into the eastern half
of the mountains with only
moonlight and a name on
her lips, while whistling
away love on her sleeve.
she was independence in
July, and as soft as the wind
in late autumn – she was an
attraction to be seen, but like
the promise of the setting sun,
she would leave in a haze, in
a dream set in stone, following
her heart to places unknown.

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One comment

  1. Valeria Castellanos · August 17, 2015

    Beautiful imagery. “A dream set in stone” is a wonderful line. I enjoyed this very much.

    Like

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