Beauty tells her name to me
She speaks it in a whisper
Everyday, to remind
Me that I have missed her
Beauty stroked the night today
Found a star to wish upon
Beauty sung in strains of rain
And spoke not of the sun
Beauty likes to play hide and seek
When she's not the seeker
Beauty dances in dying dreams
And I become her dreamer
2010-03-30
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