Poem: The First Turn

She looked at you, then turned
Away. Looked deep into your eyes as though she had something to
Say; unleash the secrets growing inside
Her delicate mind: a world so
grey.

First off, was the day of the
Bridal; a mourned
Disciple, she was: with the headdress of a rose adorned with besotted
Petals to crown its beauty.

The shower of a dozen
Droplets, floating in the lifeline of her peaceful
Prime - the side, of a callous
Rain: an unknown thing
What appears to be, is the turn away

The turning of a head
As she closed away.

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