deft prawn
She floats like a ghost
With an heir of remembrance
Fading into the air around her.
She sways with the wind,
Never staying in one place,
She does not hold onto my eye’s embrace.
She simply walks in a daze,
Leaving footprints in her wake.
She must be here.
She must be something.
But I do not care to know.
She must be severed from the earth.
She must have a heart to show.
I do not reach her.
She seems so far away.
She must be lonely.
She must have something to say to me.
But she will not let me know.
candid pagoda
flat moat