2017, poetry

Lotus

An elegant slender umber lady,
docks along the banks;
as we talk,
I gaze into those alluring cocoa eyes.

I, a white wolf, belong to the earth,
and she, a lotus,              the river,
floating down with the current.
I stand along the red banks,
mourning my youth,
and watch her navigate the rushing waters of life,
wrapped in cold rain and an imperceptible want.

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