A No Name Girl

A faint appearance 

The silky silence of a summer’s night

Upon which the gaze,

The gaze of a wolf

At the sight of a hare, 

Pierces the iron built wall

Of the man prided on self, 

Lays waste to his crumbling thought of love,

Here at which a green bud

Emerges through the mortar,

All at the glimpse 

Of the burnt umber hair laying upon

The moon kissed face of the angel

Veiled in a shroud of white linen,

As blinding as heaven itself.

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