Lola She Liked A Look Through The Window

Into a colour lit night
Her dresses white hands transparent
A through thought penetrate glitter of the glass
Her colours were made of the white washed walls
She echoed a raven ebony tied hair
She echoed a raven a raven and a woman
Both fragile thin bird like thinning lines
Of a double sword beak singing the mask of light

Did she see the masts the sails or the ships
Did she spill the white cloud dress down her hips
Did she seal the colours long dead fading on her lips

Or simply tied everything within the clasp of her hands
Resting nestling in the calm white lap

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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