Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Sister




There goes with me

A fair-haired girl
Whose apple cheeks
And almond crescent eyes,
Whose outstretched hand
And flat-footed hope
Perpetually beckon,
Leading through
And through
And out.
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3 comments:

  1. the walking manDecember 28, 2011 at 8:02 AM

    The captive moments lead to a an opening in reality.

    Your short line work is wonderful Karen.

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  2. The UnknowngnomeDecember 28, 2011 at 8:45 AM

    Agreed, wonderful work Karen.

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  3. KarenJanuary 25, 2012 at 7:15 PM

    Thanks, Mark and Gnome!

    Love you, Shom!

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