Sunday, October 03, 2004

A Poem I Was Awarded A Bronze Medal for in July 2001


She looks out the window,
She is monochrome true.
Her speech is song,
Her soul glows blue.

Her hair frizzles and it frazzles,
She knows and I don't know.
As the sun burns the morning cold,
I must come and I must go.

Zygote of a pregnant miracle
Was, is, she will always be.

Yannick Nesta Pessoa
Copyright ©2004 Yannick Nesta Pessoa

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