Notre Dame

these are your shy silver smiles
like a bowl of apples small
I could take two into my hand
one for you
 
the air comes
with a strong childhood memory
I was there
wet and spice dazzling my eyes
I remember you
in circles of words new
in exotic lands
where girls never die
in a scented dance
of two hearts
on a purple line
 
you were there
with all your cars
high as a sky
or like the Notre Dame
dark passion on her stained glass
this was I
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About elizadavies

Being a human is an awesome thing. Being able to name the awesomness of it all - sends my mind veering dangerously and beautifully ... Naming the Invisible is my life long challenge ... words which live, describe life and eventually impart life ...
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