Friday, September 19, 2014

Ring Finger

She speaks softly
trots gaily
and dances
like a wild horse

She is the closest
to me
She is the farthest

She's like a dream
so real
so strange

If she scratched the sky
diamonds would rain

And should I be so lucky to catch one
firmly in my grasp

I would happily tie it tightly
round her ring finger

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