Friday, 9 December 2011

Forever Friday

Much time has past, she must have not known.
Elegant and red she stands, awaiting her carriage.
Where does she go?
From another world, belonging to ours - grace has embraced it all.
Smile full of secrets, the clutch of her bejewelled hands.
She is lovely.

SW, London 2011
For the lady at the bus stop

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